12-Hour Carol Contest: Starsong, Coleman Glenn
Coleman Glenn lives in Bryn Athyn, PA with his wife and their six kids. His poems have appeared in Light, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Blue Unicorn, THINK, and other publications.
Starsong
Our grandfathers’ grandfathers sang of the light
Of
a star that would rise with a King;
They
turned their eyes heavenward night after night —
But
none ever saw a thing.
Now
most of the world has forgotten their word
And
although we remember, we feared
That
neither would we see, for all we had heard,
That
star. Then the star appeared.
What
infant rests under its silvery gleam?
Who
waits for our incense and gold?
The
Light to Whom kings and all nations shall stream,
The
Sunrise so long foretold.
We
followed it here to Jerusalem’s throne,
But
the Sovereign we seek can’t be found.
They
say, “Search in Bethlehem”; no more is known.
Where
is He, this King uncrowned?
The
palace is dim. We step into the night.
Have
we journeyed for nothing so far?
Then
over the village there moves a small light.
It
glimmers again - the star!
What
infant rests under its silvery gleam?
Who
waits for our incense and gold?
The
Light to Whom kings and all nations shall stream,
The
Sunrise so long foretold.
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