Stars, our celestial guides,
Transform the night sky into
A map to places longed for but unknown,
Radiating light so travelers may find their way.
One travels this track in the belly of a maid,
Father Joseph leading the beast of burden
Wending its way to Bethlehem.
Others follow a singular star, searching for a king
Not a child, not a babe in the arms of a tired woman.
Didn’t they hear there would be king? And yet
Each magi kneels and gives gifts to this child
Recognizing the man he would become, wise and wondrous.