We walk beneath
a starry sky,
and wonder where
that Child will lie.
We seek the path,
the brightest star,
and know somehow
it’s not too far.
With frankincense
gold and myrrh,
we hear the sound
of an Infant’s stir.
Our path now ends
by God’s own son,
but our journey has,
only just begun.
©John Crosbie
