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Christian Star Poems | Christian Poems About Star

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Details | Free verse |

A star has fallen

A star has fallen
a brush of light
that painted
a little corner deep
in the firmament
before it turns 
into dark.

A dream that vanished
before it even became
a glisten of wish
a bud that withered away
before I study it

or it was just a breath
which sacrificed itself
for other breaths
and shone like a Sun
before it unites itself
with the Infinite Being
the 'Ancient of Days'.

Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
I've owned the power of 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
Created in the image of a 
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
the universe will correspond 
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

A Star is Born

One kazillion million miles away
Far off in a distant galaxy 
Is the most fascinating phenomenon
It is a star making machine
Berthed from a vast expanse of gaseous matter
Twinkling lights are born
Not a single one like the next
Each with its different elements and colors
Like a magical wand whisking illuminating bubbles
The greatest show this universe has ever seen
One million and one mystical stars have arrived on the scene
Even with the Hubble Telescope
The world’s greatest scientists are unable to comprehend this show
It is truly one of the most fascinating shows in the universe—when a star is born!
A single star
A twisting and twirling gaseous maze of wonder
A single star
Not a single one like another
Jehovah God will not even allow the world’s most sophisticated telescope to unravel the mystery of his stars
It is incomprehensible how the Creator spins the elements
Elements not even known to the human periodic table
He exhales a small puff of his glory upon them and POOF they are born!
In order to see how a star is born you must be a child of the living God
You must travel to the heavens and visit the Observatory Deck
At that moment and only at that moment will the Creator reveal this mystery
The mystery of the universe
How a star is born!

Written by Gwendolen Rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Guiding Star

Guiding Star (MJH 8/28/15 lyric)

We’ve gotta take it slow,
Remember who we are,
Live up to what we know,
Follow our guiding star.

We need to take a stand
Against the dark we see;
Extend a helping hand,
Help set our brothers free.

Following shadows on the ground,
They can’t look up ‘cause they’re beaten down.
If they’d just look to their guiding star,
They might recall who and what they are.

Good folks are losing hope;
Can’t see their guiding star.
Sliding down on their last rope,
Forgotten who they are.

Following shadows on the ground,
They can’t look up ‘cause they’re beaten down.
If they’d just look to their guiding star,
They might recall who and what they are.

Rely on what we know.
Remember who we are.
Onward we must go;
Lead to our guiding star.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |


Mystery Under The Tree

They went to the manger that night,
those wise men who came from afar,
to worship the child by the light 
of Bethlehem's bright glowing star.

The animals, drawn unto Him,
soon gathered 'round manger to see
the holy babe sleeping within,
and shared in the great mystery.

And so was our dear Lucy cat
at Christmas time lost in her dream;
each day by the Christmas tree sat
to guard the Nativity scene.

She'd stare at the babe in the hay
and looked at each figure beside.
It seemed something drew her to stay;
for hours she'd sit there wide-eyed.

Like animals drawn unto to Him
that met 'round the manger to see,
our Lucy seemed led from within
to guard the sweet babe neath the tree.

Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: Mystery
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: July 6, 2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
Judged: 12/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |

The Christmas Star

The Christmas Star

Oh Beautiful Star of Bethlehem
How brightly you did shine!
Yet how you pale in comparison 
To child Jesus' light divine.

According to Christian tradition, the Star of Bethlehem, also known as the Christmas star, revealed the birth of Jesus to the Magi (often translated as “wise men” but more accurately translated as “astrologers” or “astronomers”).  According to the Gospel of Matthew, the three wise men were inspired by the star to travel from the East to Jerusalem. They knew from the star that the man whose appearance had been foretold had come into the world. They met with Herod to ask where the King of the Jews had been born saying ‘we have seen his star’. Herod was troubled because the magi told him that a king of the Jews had been born and gathered his chief priests and scribes together to find out where the Messiah had been born. His advisers quoted from scripture, the prophet Micah, and answered ‘Bethlehem, the birthplace of King David’. Herod gave this information to the magi but also determined from them at what time the star appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem to search for the child and to bring back word. The Magi departed “and the star which they had seen in the East went before them, until it came and stood over where the young Child was". (Matthew 2: 7 – 10) 
The magi were warned in a dream not to return to Jerusalem so they left for their own country by another route. When Herod realised he had been tricked, he ordered the execution of all male children in Bethlehem two years old and younger, based on the information the magi had given him concerning the time the star first appeared.

by Jean McLoughlin

Copyright © Jean McLoughlin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Preparation of the Wise Men - the Camels

They always made me happy, 
The camels of the wise men, 
The slowness of their footsteps, 
Their self-sufficient ben. 

Camels meant there was time, 
For the three wise men to think, 
To ponder upon their task, 
To review their role as a link. 

They were required to assess, 
The child to be called god’s son, 
To see if he could be a doctor, 
To the poor, and to be the action.  

Mary and Joseph were important, 
To their question of universal worth, 
So they prepared themselves well, 
With questions surrounding his birth. 

They understood that environment, 
Is a factor in child development, 
So endeavoured to contextualise, 
The place of the baby’s commencement.  

They predicted they’d be rejected, 
By townsmen all along the way,
Spat at, maybe jousted with, 
By loitering agitators arbitrarily.

Especially at the door of the inn, 
There’d be jesters and jostlers alike, 
People shouting “Don’t go there!
Avoid them, and get on another bike!” 

And equally importantly, with respect, 
They thought of their theology, 
That their own actions may be vital, 
To improving others’ sociology. 

They considered their belief, 
In an immanently coming messiah,
And renewed their vow to choose,
A protege who would take us higher. 

So by the time they reached the inn, 
They were very much prepared, 
They could talk to each other freely, 
About the saviour that’d been blared. 

And the camels facilitated all this, 
Preparation and consideration, 
And gave the magi their pondering, 
Upon seeing the configuration. 

They enabled this baby to thrive, 
Gave his family his manifestation,
And felt spent entirely at their visit, 
Worn out by careful deliberation. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Delphine my staR

She sticks cons a fate
listening the young Bach
Jean Sebastian before the goodness
before the consciousness
after the Joy
to sing her first
her absolute perfect accordance

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


If I knew I would die tomorrow, 
What would be my actions today?
Would I hide behind closed doors,
Light a candle to God and pray?

Or try to fill each hour,
With remembrance of my life,
Focusing on the beauty and pleasures, 
Or try to understand the pain and strife.

I think I would walk this earth,
With eyes that at last can see,
Knowing death comes to all,
Granting peace, sets us free.

I believe God has a plan,
From the moment of my birth,
And because of my faith in Him,
I have assurance of rebirth.

If I die tomorrow, 
Do not grive for me,
For I'll be with my Lord,
In tranquillity. 

Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


In the vast beauty and diversity
                 of the reaches of the cosmos
           impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
                 in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
            that govern it's most basic
     and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
                 some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars   , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
                 in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
                 cycling on the little blue marble
seed  sprout   bush    tree     seed 
seed  sprout   plant    flower     seed
seed   baby    child     adult       seed
same  down    onthe   cellular    level
same  down    tothe    atomic     level 
                 and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
Let me explain              a simple something
     how we measure time in the cosmos
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
                      and stars
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
                     lead to more questions
          and that's the beauty of it
       simplicity defines even the most
        complex systems that function
right down to the circuit boards for computers
        and technology
Mama      seals     it      with     Kiss
        Keep it simple stupid
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own 

Ecc 8:17
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Seat of the Magi

With the right of messianism,
And the depth of free will, 
They journeyed to Bethlehem, 
To hear the parents spill. 

Zoroastrians true and ready, 
Ripe for the monologue bold, 
They offered gold and incense,
And on Mary’s story they were sold. 

Called wise men, magicians, 
They could interpret the land, 
Jailing’s, fishing booms and births, 
And so told people about their hand. 

They knew the power of the stars,  
The connection, their meaning, 
So followed one to that lively abode, 
Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling. 

God did not appear to them,
By a star in vocality, 
But they just gave cerebral relevance, 
To that asteroid motioning entity. 

The gifts they offered and gave, 
Did not signify the incarnation, 
But were considered gestures, 
Of the magi’s visitation. 

Their religion let them speak about, 
The predicted life of the babe; 
Prediction was their position and seat, 
As at semiology they were abe. 

Christianity did not come from Judaism, 
Zoroastrianism was its predecessor, 
As its followers searched for a messiah, 
Every day, with such earnest vigour. 

Christianity centres around a messiah, 
A cultural saviour from social retardation, 
Which Jesus was back them, 
In a world of poor folks’ isolation. 

Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy, 
But proclaimed his own religion, 
To follow him and not just the Torah, 
Which was in no way old and gone. 

The impact of these Zoroastrians,
On Israeli life and society, 
Can only be understood,
As Christianity’s modernity.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


heralds o’er a Babe ~
a star appears like the sun
stamped in the night sky

a cold winter’s eve
traverses shepherds and kings ~
in Dayspring’s shadow

father and mother
chosen by heaven above
cradle God’s own son

Kim Rodrigues © 2016

Dayspring – the beginning of day: dawn

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Shooting Star

Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Silent Night

That silent night a star arose
Shining from on high
Is it a sign, do you suppose?
Why is it in the sky?
The shepherds wondered at the sight
And watched in awe above
When angels showed in shining light
Telling of the Father’s love
They were told to follow where it led
To where the Savior had been born
Rejoicing through the hills they sped
To Bethlehem that frosty morn
There lay the child the Blessed One
Resting in a manger on the hay
Christ the Lord, God’s precious Son
Born to save mankind that day

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio |

MORNING STAR my guide to life

After the first frost,
Twinkled lights in the gloom
Emerge like a mirage-
Images,red then white
Speckle the winter night
And fill the cobalt sky-
And in my heart-a light
To fill the darkest place-
A perpetual morning star.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

Heirlooms in the sky

A star born to die, lead and rise
Shepherds quake and wise do realize
A child is born a son is given
The cost of life, love is driven
For God, so loved the world
Heaven’s breath man pearled
The Son of God in all His glory,
to the lost the only love story
Daystar on high, the praise of Israel
The Morning Star, to His son’s is real
The Scepter reigning on high
Look for Him now, while He is nigh
This Gospel,with all shining light
Is for you, unless you love night
Darkness within, from which He saves
Ancient glorious star the end of days
Ask Him now, before your little light fades
The star comes again but there will be no shade
The light of world, so glorious you will weep
Mourning for the only Son, who loves the sheep

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016

Details | Imagism |

1st Heaven

Powdery white, puffy cotton candy mountain clouds.
Blue watery blue skies 
a mile high.
Birds dancing by.
Sun sparkling, glistening, beaming;
That is what the first heaven is like.

Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017