Monday, December 8, 2014

The Star On The Shelf



The Star On The Shelf

He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. Psalm 147:4  

 
























The celestial warehouse, full, with no room to stand,

Throbbed with Red Giants, cool dwarfs, and even some twins.

Then the doors rolled open; and in came His hand.

It was now Day Four, since it all started to begin.



Super and Magnus trashed and dissed who’d be last.

But His hand surely, quickly flung them out into space.

Into the darkness they all were exploded so fast,

Foreshadowing a day, called “the Fourth” by their race.




























But, back in the warehouse on the shelf all alone,

Sat one little star with troubled confusion on his face.

Did He forget?!  I could only wonder, “what have I done?”

Why am I here, still, and not in my proper place?!



In confusion, I sat there, alone, forever it would seem.

I watched as He calmly, yet grandly continued his plan.

On one little rock, He spoke, the waters with fish did teem.

And in the sky all around it swarms and flocks did expand!



After night, when the stars all slept, came the next day.

He then filled the “Earth” with the beasts He did make.

Then He carefully took in His hands, a dab of the clay;

He lovingly formed a little “man” and breathed it awake!



The wicked little things, in the light of my brothers,

Sometimes, even they’d dare in the light of the “Sun”

They’d sneak about, and do awful things to others.

They’d boldly rebel, forgetting, ignoring the ONE!



Sometimes I would sense Him looking at me.

Then He’d look at the “Earth” with pain on His face.

Why was I sitting on the shelf with no better place to be?

Why did He endure the pain created by that race?



Off that shelf, with His hand He retrieved me nigh.

And in my ear He whispered, “it’s time; off you go!”

Though all the heavens surely wondered, “why?!”

“You now must go, and in your place must glow!”



All the others looked on with confused perplexity.

“What is he doing?  He’s going super-nova, maybe?!”

But I was determined that no eye would miss me.

Maybe the wise would then look for the Baby!



 



























I had my moment, my place, to shine upon Him!

But, He is the Light, for all darkness the cure.

For but a brief moment, I shined over Bethlehem.

But, can you see the Light? Can you feel the allure?



The angels are singing; the stars still yet declare,

Always, as in that first noel, “gloria, in excelsis deo”

Come find the peace, the grace in His heart so fair.

Be as the wise men;  To the Light you must go!



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I’m sure that you’re aware, by now, full well.

Rhythm and rhyme, the evade me.  Do tell!

I’m no poet; and of this I surely know it.

Off the shelf, from my heart, the Light shines a bit?



Merry Christmas!


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