With just a word the stars appeared,

Twinkling fairies in all their grace;

Every morning the sky is cleared,

But at twilight return with a shining face.

They guided the wise men years ago,

To the stable where our Saviour was born;

Where blizzards would carelessly blow,

Through the clouds came a sounding horn.

Immortal nightly guardian angels

Comfort so many even tonight;

Like the ring of the cathedral bells

To let you know that it's alright.

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• Date written: July 22, 2017 • Word Count: 77 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •