Star
I saw the star at its rising *
flaming the dying night sky with light.
New Day,
empty still of events that will define it,
and give it a shape which will date it.
Perhaps promises fulfilled, adjusted,
stillborn?
Expectations tinged with hope
colouring the blackness,
pushing dreams into memories.
half remembered, half forgotten.
half heeded, half not.

Shall we become whatever this Morning Star**
will make of us?
bursting over the horizon of our hearts,
golden rays offering us a different kind of day.

[Mr G]
Epiphany 2025

*a reference to St Matthew’s Gospel, 2:2
 to words attributed to the Three Magi

** Morning Star Is usually associated in astronomy with the Planet Venus.
In the Book of Revelation 22: 16, the risen Jesus acclaimed himself as the Bright Morning Star.  
It is with this meaning that the words appear in my poem

The photo is of the Bede Memorial in the Galilee Chapel of Durham Cathedral. It is in Latin and English
and is a quotation from the Book of Revelation:
“Christ is the morning star who when the night of this world is past,
brings to his saints, the promise of the light of life and open everlasting day.

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