There are those who scoff at miracles.

I don’t know what they make of the birth of The Child.

For that matter,

I don’t know what they make of the birth of any child.

There are those who laugh at dreams,

so they’ve never heard an angel’s voice,

nor seen any unusual light in the night’s sky,

nor felt the yearning to set out in search of new life.

There are those who do not see the Star.

I wonder where it is they go when everyone else

sets out for Bethlehem.

To those of us who believe,

into every night is born a Star.

Ann Weems
“Kneeling in Bethlehem”
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