The text for this book was given to me sometime in the '90's by Stephen and Becki Larson who included it in their Christmas letter. I sent it back to them the following year as a Christmas card.
The full text is:
"If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert to travel. A star to discover. And a being within ourselves to bring to life."
I would like to thank the magazine Sojourners for bringing it to the attention of Steve and Becki.
For anyone wishing to contest my assertion that this is a book, I offer these definitions:
In simple terms, artists' books are books created by artists where the artist has total control over every aspect of the creative process. Artists' books can take any format: from a traditional codex to a tunnel book and beyond, the variations are endless. From X Libris
A book is whatever you want it to be. Shereen LaPlantz
A book is something that conceals and reveals. Arne Wolfe