Natal Star

A star rose into the emptiness.

At first it was only a pinpoint in the void of sorrow and pain.

But it grew larger and larger until even the vastness of sorrow could not contain it.

That star is still shining.

It rises on our emptiness, energy pulsing.

And those who are childlike enough to listen can hear a voice in their night sky asking:

"Would you like to be born

again?"

© 2005

Great Joy

As night fell, quiet filled up the valleys and settled over the hills. In the fields, talk died down to a whisper and then silenced altogether. Without city lights to dim the view, stars blazed through the blackness overhead like the suns that they are. Vivid. Close. The campfire, which hours before crackled and sparked, now hissed and smoldered, glowing only faintly. And shepherds dozed.

It was quite a birth announcement that stirred those herdsmen from slumber. Angels lit up the night sky and filled the countryside with their good news: a special baby had entered the world. The King had left the magnificence of his kingdom. The Creator had left the warmth of the womb.

There was good news.
And there was great joy.

© 2005