Star Shadows
Tiny child, lost in sleep—
inexorable sleep
winged on Hebrew lullaby . . .
Did one small hand emerge in sleep
from swaddling cloth,
a tiny starhand
turning under stable-filtered light
of greater star?
And did that greater star
spill shadows on a mother’s pondering?
As she grasped the starhand, did she see
a shadow path from Heaven
to Calvary?
©Margaret Longenecker Been
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Merry Christmas Margaret. I marvel at God’s wisdom shining through your beautiful writings.
Thank you, Elena. Merry Christmas!