A poem I wrote many years ago on this feast of Stephen.

On the Feast of Stephen, Martyr

Join we our hearts with the saints gone before us,
The chorus of proven lives: faith-tested, blood-spilt, before His throne.
Join we the song of those who follow the Lamb,
Redeemed by His death.
Whose eyes, no longer sin veiled, behold the Word Made Flesh.
Their lives lost in Him are the incense of heaven.
The virgin martyrs, white robed and heads crowned,
No longer in need of ready lamp,
Their faces shine like the Son.
And leading the throng is Stephen, martyr first born,
Following soon his Beloved in death.

Let us not tarry to follow his course,
And looking up, we too shall see Him. 

 26 December 1990