A Christmas Poem
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock.
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild nations,
To being peace among others,
To make music in the heart.
 
Howard Thurman, cited in “Black Fire: African American Quakers on Spirituality and Human Rights”