THE STAR I think God sang when He had made A bough of apple bloom, And placed it close against the sky To whiten in the gloom. But, oh, when He had hung a star Above a blue, blue hill, I think God in His ecstasy Was startled . . . and was still.
Beatrice Redpath
COVER ART: Judith Quintin
Winner in the 2004 Ruth Watson Henderson Choral Composition Competition
