.A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas
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THE GIFT BEARERS
Cosmic wonders, whats and whys
whirl in the East
as a singular mysterious luminary
beckons in the heavens
Is it brighter than the other stars?
Does it pulsate? Does it bounce?
Does it shoot across the sky
like a flame-tailed comet?
Does its lustrous splendor
rival the glow of the moon?
Gentile magi who study stars and Scripture
see it and curiously mount their camels
to follow it across the desert. But, why?
They say they are seeking
the King of the Jews. Why would they?
They say they want to worship Him
What do they know that the High Priest
the Pharisees, Sadducees
and all the Jews of Jerusalem
who are awaiting the coming of Messiah
do not comprehend?
King Herod summons them, diabolically
Feigns sincere interest in their mission
urges them to return with details
so he, too, may worship the King
A sinister plot forms in his evil mind
for even he knows…
there is something about that star…
the irresistible starlight shines ahead
until it shimmers above a humble house
in the village of Bethlehem
It stops, still…absolutely still
The magi realize they are at
and are welcomed, when
their eyes behold
a Boy Child
and their hearts leap!!!
and whether it makes sense or not
(whether any of this makes sense or not)
the magi, in rich array
on the earthen floor
and fill the little house
They draw from their saddlebags, treasures…
Gold…for surely this little family can use it
Myrrh…fragrant foreshadow of suffering
Frankincense…for a sensing in the depths
of their God-given wisdom
of a significant anointing
somewhere in time
the gift bearers mount their camels
and still attentive to God's spirit
(this time in a dream)
do not return to Herod
diligent seekers who found
infinitely more valuable
than the precious gifts they bore
Maude Carolan Pych
The above poem is being featured this month at my congregation, Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, New Jersey.