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