This glad star
crowning my evergreen,
reminds me of the Morning Star
long ago impaled on a tree
and lifted up to brutal scorn,
its glory leaking drop by drop.
The tree groaned at the weight
of a heavenly body.
Earth shuddered in her berth;
all seemed lost.
Yet, from the cave of death
burst forth the star
with resurrected light, flooding
with love and grace
our hearts of darkness.
Esther Regehr lives in Waterloo, Ont.