Traveling through time,
Year after year, tick upon tock,
Broken down into moments,
One leading into the next,
Some greener than the others,
But all steady in their passing.
Once gone, they are away,
As if lost, forever missing.
Yet, amid the shades of darkness,
Light lives, cradled deep within,
Both ready and most willing,
Shining ever, and for all.
Walking with great care,
Thoughtful hearts take notice,
Finding Whom they seek,
Steady in their passing.

“We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.” – Matthew 2:2