SPECIAL STARLIGHT
All: The Creator of night and of birth
Was the Maker of the stars.
Solo 1: Shall we look up now at stars in Winter
And call them always sweeter friends
Because this story of a Mother and a Child
Never is told with the stars left out?
Solo 2: Is it a Holy Night now when a child
issues
Out of the dark and the unknown
Into the starlight?
Solo 3: Shall all wanderers over the earth, all
homeless ones,
All against whom doors are shut and words spoken—
Shall these find the earth less strange tonight?
Solo 2: Shall they hear news, a whisper on the
night wind?
All: “A Child is born.”
“The meek shall inhert the earth.”
Solo 4: Shall a quiet dome of stars high over
Make signs and a friendly language
Among all nations?
Solo 1: Shall they yet gather with no clenched
fists at all,
And look into each other’s faces and see eye to
eye,
Solo 3: And find ever new testaments of man as a
sojourner
And a toiler and a brother of
fresh understandings?
All: Shall there be now always
believers and more
believers
of sunset and moonrise,
of moonset and moonrise,
of wheeling numbers of
stars,
and wheels within wheels?
Solo 4: Shall plain habitations off the
well-known roads
Count now for a little more than they used to?
Solo 1: Shall plain ways and people held close to
earth
Be reckoned among things to be written about?
Solo 2: Shall tumult, grandeur, fanfare, panoply,
prepared
loud noises
Stand equal
to a quiet heart, thoughts, vast dreams
Of men
conquering the earth by conquering themselves?
Solo 3: Is there a time for ancient genius of man
To be set for comparison with the latest
generations?
Solo 1: Is there a time for stripping to simple
childish questions
Solo 4: On a Holy Night we may say:
All: The Creator of night and of birth
Was the Maker of the stars.