By John Robert Howell
The splendor of that infinite light-emblazoned
firmament
Marked the nightly vigil's silent and
meditative hours
Of those wakeful, watchful, scientific
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 once and not to be
repeated,
Yet for those whose receptive hearts
wander wearily
Among the darkly lighted trails and
travails of mortality
The promise of that holy dawn blesses
all eternally.
