The future is hard to imagine

The future is hard to imagine when you already know the end. The how and why are set, just waiting for the when. But ever since the Star appeared I've followed its constant light; an invitation from Bethlehem to witness that holy night. Embraced in pure compassion,  the angels choired above. They sang of the moment's glory and of a little baby's love. It's not about the future,  or knowing about the end It's not about the waiting or trying to figure when It’s all about that moment that descended from above, to proclaim the simplest message, that you and I are loved.