Epiphany, 2015
I started to follow in my sleep,
touched by the star.
The star paraded over my dreams,
night after night.
One night, I sat on a hill and watched the star
until the morning.
Then, I knew it would lead me if I chose to follow.
I followed.
I followed the star.
The route: circuitous.
The country: rugged.
The ruler: vicious.
The companions: odd - and wise.
The nights: cold, colder than in my land.
I followed.
I followed the star.
Stories say the Star led to a child, The Child.
This I know now:
The star led to Light.
Mary Elyn Bahlert, 2015
