Star of Evening
By Ruth B. Musser
Clear and luminous, calm and white,
Set deep in the soft, dark robe of night,
The Evening Star like a jewel gleams –
Waking old memories, half-dead dreams
Of a Star o’er Bethlehem.
With a cool, sweet breath from realms above
The wind of night fans the Star of love
As it trails a glory through the skies –
A glory such as once filled the eyes
Of Mary at Bethlehem.
Its celestial beauty has humbled me,
The radiant glow of its purity
Has filled my soul with a holy awe –
Like the very Star the Wise Men saw
As they came to Bethlehem.
It sinks in a flame of virgin fire,
Purging my heart of all weak desire,
Stripping my soul and leaving it bare
Of everything but a wordless prayer
To the Babe of Bethlehem.
O God, send thy breath that purifies
To rend the veil from our blinded eyes,
To sweep our minds of their grime and dust,
To cleanse our hearts of their sordid lust;
And light our souls from thy throne afar
That we may be worthy to see thy Star.