Day 54 Christmas Eve- Haibun Journey View From My Window

In the predawn darkness I am awakened by sirens blaring. I rise and look out my window. All is dark and quiet now. One bright street lamp hangs, burning bright. Its orange glow like a beacon for all to follow.

one bright light
on a dark winter night
leads me home

And I think of a long ago Christmas when a bright star lead wise men to a humble child. They traveled knowing the promise, but not knowing the destination. They had assurance, but not that the journey would be short of the way easy. They relied on a bright star, we rely on the humble babe born under the sign of that star.

under the star sign
a humble baby is born
to be his own star

the porch light
always left on
to welcome me