The stillness was a heavy cloak

That covered all the earth.

The star, a torch that lit the way

To the hallowed place of birth.

The Babe was in the manger;

His mother watched nearby.

Countless were the angels

Watching from the sky.

On earth, perhaps not many

Felt the joy that night,

But those above were filled with love

For the newborn Prince of Light.

Paintings by Harry Anderson and Robert T. Barrett