Morning

“From the same wilderness, in the same night, 

always my tired eyes waken to the silver star, 

always, although the Kings of life, 

the three magi, the heart, the soul, the mind, are not moved. 

When shall we go, beyond the shores and the mountains, 

to acclaim the birth of the new work, the new wisdom, 

the flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, 

to adore – the first worshippers! – Christmas on earth!”

~ Arthur Rimbaud