Of stars and trees

Esther Regehr

This glad star
crowning my evergreen,
reminds me of the Morning Star
which once sprang
from its celestial moorings,
tore wide the veil of heavens,
blazed a glorious path
through waiting atmospheres,
and landed in a manger
hewn from wooden timbers.
Its lustre gilded prickly straw;
its beams suffused
with love and grace
our hearts of darkness.

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.


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