by Madeleine L’Engle
A star has streaked the sky.
Where, oh where, where leads the light?
We came and left our gifts
Time had passed, friends gone from sight
One by one, they go, they die
gone in the dazzling dark of night.
Oh how, and where, and when, and why
and may, and should, O God, and might
a star, a wind, a laugh, a cry
the blazing word of power and might-
to use our gifts of gold and myrrh
as our intention was to do the right?
Here, there, hear- soft as a sigh-
all that is spoken, back to the flight
blazing too fierce for mortal eye.
oh, Love, until we, too, may dazzle bright.