High and way above, as if benign light,
the Christmas star gives navigation,
of hope, and love, to weary traveller homeward bound,
and ballast to his soul,
as natures light begins this newest day
of purpose, point to point,
a navigation of love.
And not first time this star shone
the Magi, and their thoughts put down,
followed it's direction
and surrendered gold, and frankincense,
and even myrrh, sweet cicely with its perfume,
and incense took its place in sweet surrender
in the Crib, where poor night shepherds
took equal place.
And God came down beneath that star,
His path lit towards the stable door
where all begins again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. You might enjoy my poem THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS GIFT. Keep writing.