The Maker's hand flung stars across the night

With angels bursting forth from galaxies

New music singing from the spheres in harmonies

That blessed the dancing of the first-born light.

And then the light was darkened by an earth

Dimmed by torn dreams, saddened by shrill pride.

Stars faded, lost their story, and died.

The dance distorted in strange lies and anger.

Love's hand again was lifted. In a manger

Again the Maker of the stars gave birth.

-Madelaine L'Engle-