The Magi – another Christmas Poem
They laughed behind their hands when we set off. Our camels loaded. What will it be? A king? A child? A what? We headed westward with anticipation and gifts. The omen was clear shining in the sky – our compass and guide. All of our studies seemed true. But what if we found no child no king? Could we return? Our reputations a joke! But “something” was felt by us all as we travelled the long miles west. We found a king in Jerusalem. Too old, Too mean, Too unwise. We vowed not to return this way. We stargazed on and came to a man, woman and child. No pretensions. Humble Joyfilled poor but ALIVE! Then we knew! We were sure! The child, king , messiah was found. We could return home with stories with hope … and our reputations.