THAT STAR

Now eons in the past, 
Still shining brightly.
Not just for ancient shepherds,
Or wise men of old,
Or wicked Herod,
Or Mary and Joseph, 
Illuminating their stable nursery.
But for now
And in the future,
In the distance, 
We will see it.
Then the angels will come.
Not just to the young couple,
Or the shepherds,
Or the Magi, 
Or the evil king, 
But to all of us.
When that light is no longer
A single star,
But lightening
Splitting the sky, 
From East to West, 
When He returns.

Originally published in the Flying Dodo