Poem December 8, 1986 Issue

Christmas Eve

Hillary Hauser

Late at night, and I contemplate the star,
As the three did then.

Will I, like them, drop all
To go to him?

And when I find truth, meekly wrapped
In swaddling clothes—
So simple,
So pure—

Will I search the stable
For kings in high robes?

Oh, let me open my heart gladly,
And do like the wise men, who, on bended knee,
Adored him purely.

No high scholastics,
Nor ceremonial thunderbolts—
But a star, and the coo of a babe,
In a manger, lowly.

May I, like the wise men, remain on bended knee,
Offering what I have,
Asking only "to receive more of his reappearing ...."
Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 35.

Oh, stillness!

Truth has but a simple voice—
Let me not miss its plainness,
Which, received in the heart,
Unchains earth.

Hillary Hauser

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