What vision those magi held to cross
burning sands in search of the child of love.
Patterns woven in the sky illuminated their path
over curving dunes to the edge of an awakening age.
The glittering caravan moved slowly,
yet deliberately, camels bearing the gifts of their faith.
They arrived in Judea, where desert met sea,
and the people froze in amazement
when asked about the newborn king.
The throne grumbled, a desperate Herod
afraid of the three wise men
as his priests confirmed their prophecy.
Nothing he could do would prevent the
seeds of destiny from sprouting in his desolate land.
The Chaldean seers found the sacred baby in Bethlehem,
and they blessed him with
nobility, wisdom, and power.
Then the elder mage held the radiant child
after years of searching for the star,
tears shining in his eyes
And the infants oceanic eyes spoke
silent words uttered in his heart.
They said love, universal love, and humility.
But an angel told his parents to flee,
for even the magi could see the wicked stains
on the hearts of the king and his people.
And they knew, God in him would somehow die,
because his simple message of Love
would never match their entrenched
illusions of divinity.