I'm fairly certain that I've posted this poem before. I make no apologies for posting it again.
after the angels,
after the stable,
after the Child,
they went back...
as we always must,
back to the world that doesn't understand
our talk of angels and stars and especially not the Child.
We go back complaining that it doesn't last.
They went back singing praises to God!
We do have to go back,
but we can still sing the alleluias!
From Kneeling in Bethlehem. Ann Weems @1987.