©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
How bright the sky, how still the night
when all the world received His light.
One star stood out from all the rest,
while choirs of angels sang and blessed
a lowly stable, bleak and bare…
and Mary’s Babe who nestled there.
The King of Kings was humbly born
to save us all that Christmas morn.
How bright our lives; how still our hearts
when we receive what He imparts
and share it in our common quest
to walk with angels and be blessed.
May every home, replete or bare,
be strengthened by His presence there.
And may our souls embrace His birth
and count Him King of heaven and earth!