Within the perpetual passage of time
As the Creator surveyed his plan;
He knew that the day had come
For his Son to descent as man.
Above the birthplace to hover a Star,
Never seen or shown before;
To herald the King’s arrival
Now told in ancient lore.
My existence is a living sign
A symbol to great and small;
Of that celestial diadem
So you can recall.
Named for the ‘Star of Bethlehem’,
My flowers are pure and white;
To remind you of the ‘Christ Child’
In the Manger’s gentle light.
Place me on a window sill
Where I’ll always face the Sun;
Through each day of every month
As the seasons run.
A garland of profusion
Is my gift by God’s decree;
Heart shaped leaves in abundance
With blooms for all to see.
Monty Alexander 5.2.97