Journeying the saffron sand

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 4, 2010


We are led by your star
raising glory above
your birthplace, Bethlehem,
where a peaceful manager
prostrates in wonder
and every bone of creation
kneels to their guardian.
Our three gifts exclaim
with reserved reverence,
the finest wheat
the earth has given us
for your sinless son.

O perfect light
open your redemption
toward the soiled mountains
and heavy souls
of your chosen people.

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