I don’t remember where I found this nor do I know who wrote it.
But the words helped me the first Christmas after my son died and I offer it in the hope they might help someone else.
On Being A Star
There are
hundreds of stars
New ones
each day
and all of them
lead to
the manger
We begin
small and
helpless
like a
little piece
of clay
but we grow
The potter
works at
the wheel
The potter
wants us to
become stars
We become stars
by following stars
In the eyes
of those
who cannot see
you are a fool
to follow
any star
But for those
with
Christmas-eyes
you are wise
The potter works
at the wheel
The potter too
is a star
But we aren’t
used to stars
like that
We aren’t used
to stars who
are born
in a stable
and hung
on a cross
We aren’t used
to stars
who proposed
things that
don’t make sense
like
losing your life
and turning
the other cheek
and being poor
for the sake
of some kingdom
out there
I hope a star
comes out
for you
on Christmas Day
A new one
and one
you’ve never
seen before
I hope it’s bright
and kind
And shines down
hard
and long
and well
To help you see
the things
you’ve never seen before
Allow yourself
to see
and you are
shaped
moulded
poured into
a Christmas-form
It takes
a long time
longer than
any season
Being born
is not easy
but it’s good
Bless me
occasionally
with your birth
It heals the
scared in me.
Vision upon
vision
and of His
fullness
we have all
received
Why else
did He come
except
to be a star
a gift
except
to heal
the scared
in us
To light our path
To help you see
the things
you really
need to see
I hope
it touches
you with
gentleness
and runs
along
beside you
all year long
Oh, how I hope
it comes
Running
Leaping
Laughing
Bounding
Shining
in your life
And when
the year
is through
Well, just because
it’s you
I hope
this star
keeps
shining on
in you.
Because you see
you are
someone
I’d like to give
a star.
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If you need more inspiration, you’ll find it in No Vacancy (A Christmas Story) at Bowalley Road.
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