God's Greatest Gift

                                                         




                                                         John Robert Howell












The muezzin of the infinite and light-emblazoned firmament
Marked the nightly vigils' silent and meditative hours
Of those wakeful, watchful sheperds, Scientic avatars,
Who pondered not dusty constellations of earth's deceptions,
But the higher lessons witnessed in God's refulgence,
Thus to behold the glow of that eldritch eastern star,
Herald of Jesus' nativity, Light's advent in the flesh.
That event was once and not to  be repeated,
Yet for those who receptive hearts wander wearily
Among the darkly lighted trails and travails of mortality
The promise of that holy dawn blesses all eternally.