The Star

The Star sharpened, quietly bright, as shadows darkened into night, a point of shining light that guides three kings to where the child abides. They visited, arrayed with treasure, gold and incense for his pleasure; strange tokens for a life of trial exemplifying self-denial. A man alone, a man apart, with hardly time to steel his heart; a man who set the highest goal to make the unrepentant whole. He took Mary for his lover, she was caring, and sought cover to conceal his dissolution, a passion pure, no need of absolution. The Star that consecrates His birth no longer smiles upon the earth; He wept for us upon the cross and we must now accept our loss.