John F. McCullagh
A Certain Star - Poem by John F. McCullagh
The night is still and cold and clear
As Christmas Day draws ever near.
I hear the church bells start to ring
And hear angelic Choirs sing:
“Peace on Earth, Good will to men,
This day a Savior is born for them.”
A child is born to be a King,
This is the essential thing.”
A tree adorned with lights and glitter
in two weeks’ time will just be litter,
Wrapping paper, ripped and torn,
will be in landfills before too long.
Concentrate upon the star,
The guiding light to who we are.
Never, ever condescend
To live in darkness
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