A star has streaked the sky,
Where, oh where, where leads the light?
We came and left our gifts
Time had passed, friends gone from sight.
One by one, they go, they die
to us –
gone in the dazzling dark of night.
Oh how, and where, and when, and why,
and who, and may, and should, O God, and might
a star, a wind, a laugh, a cry
from one –
the blazing word of power and might –
to use our gifts of gold and myrrh
and frankincense as needed,
as our intention was to do the right?
Here, there, hear – soft as a sigh –
all that is spoken, back to the flight
blazing too fierce for mortal eye.
oh, Love, until we, too, may dazzle bright.