Saturday, December 20, 2014


by Wanda Stricklin Robertson

No loud, lighted shopping malls,
No shimmering street lights in a row,
No service stations with dazzling fluorescents,
No string of cars with headlights beaming.

No burning bush in the wilderness,
No lanterns to light the crooked paths.
No brilliance to point the way home.
All was darkness, gloom, murkiness.

Then, over a barn in Bethlehem,
a star appeared, lighting the sky,
illuminating the Baby, the shepherds,
the angels, and the hearts of mankind.

The ones who witnessed the flaming star 
wondered what it would mean to them,
not knowing why or how, but knowing
that nothing would be the same again.

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. ~Isaiah 9:2