In the midst of the glare
of computer monitors,
neon signs,
flat screen TVs,
sirens flashing,
Christmas lights,
hand-held video games.

In the midst of the glare
of cell phone screens,
store marquees,
blinking Rudolph noses,
traffic signals,
halogen headlights,
flashing answering machines.

In the midst of the glare
I still hold inside
the soft glow of a star.
Quiet. Ancient. Timeless.
Beckoning me
to hope
to peace
to joy
to faith
to love.
To Bethlehem.