Star Of My Heart

Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead
And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.
O lead me to Jehovah's child
Across this dreamland lone and wild,
Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,
And kiss his little haloed head —
"My star and I, we love thee, little child."

Except the Christ be born again to-night
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,
The world will never see his kingdom bright.
Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro' the night
Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,
Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin
To that far sky where mystic births begin,
Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.
Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,
And each shall find his brother fair,
Like a little child within:
All hearts of the earth shall find new birth
And wake, no more to sin.

by Vachel Lindsay

Comments (5)

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Vachel Lindsay does not pen shallow thoughts here- his spirituality recognizes and accepts the difficulties we face as we journey to Christ. Excellent
Beautifully penned verse glorifying religious sentiments. Thanks for sharing.
Superb..To that far sky where mystic births begin, Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.
No more to sin. Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.