The Christmas Star ⭐ Hands outstretched to crisp, radiant sun, Her laughter, boisterous, her smile genuine, bright, A season's joy sprung pine-fresh with frost anew, just begun, Giggling, playing, dreaming, she stretches in December's cool beams of light. Hope rises like foam in clouds of ice-blue, She sings of angels, of gifts, of wonder and love, Her song ascending with leaps, bounding toward heaven, fast and true, In jubilant celebration, blithesome awe, hushed anticipation of the star from above. With a brilliance unmatched it shines in Winter's cold, Its warmth bringing bliss to souls ravaged and weary, Rushing into their hearts, its golden waves painting a path so bold, Rejoicing together, resilient, through times dark and dreary. She closes her eyes and sways, enveloped in shimmering light, The Christmas Star proclaiming Peace through the still, silent night. Copyright Stacie Eirich, December 05 2021 ✨ I hope you enjoyed this Christmas poem, which I originally
Poems, music & musings from author & singer Stacie Eirich.