Still That Star (a poem)

There is still that Star, way beyond our reach.

What tales it could tell, what lessons teach!

How small we must seem in our tiny orb

So swift to despair, so quick to absorb


The petty tyrannies surrounding us all

When what we really need is to fall

Down on our knees in delighted awe

Before that great light which the shepherds saw.


Century after century on a certain night

What ever we believe in, we all have the right

To forget this world, and as one to stare

At that wondrous light still shining there.


Mimi Evans Winship
There is still that Star, way beyond our reach.

What tales it could tell, what lessons teach!

How small we must seem in our tiny orb

So swift to despair, so quick to absorb


The petty tyrannies surrounding us all

When what we really need is to fall

Down on our knees in delighted awe

Before that great light which the shepherds saw.


Century after century on a certain night

What ever we believe in, we all have the right

To forget this world, and as one to stare

At that wondrous light still shining there.


Mimi Evans Winship