The Song And The Stars

My father had the shinning gift of song.
his voice was cello-beautiful and strong.
Oh, sometimes, listening to the choir where he
Gave humble, dedicated ministry,
I felt I stood with the shepherds, hearing bright
Allegro anthems syllabled with light;
Then came with gladness to the manger place
And looked upon the Christ Child's holy face.

My mother had the gift of quietness.
How often her tranquility would bless
My weariness with peace! And in her eyes
It often seemed I saw the star arise
In silent majesty so calm and fair
My heart was filled with wonderment of prayer,
As though that star, more lovely than a gem,
Were leading me to the Child of Bethlehem.

What sweet, what priceless memories they are:
The golden-echoing song, the quiet star!

~~Grace V. Watkins~~