A Saviour Is Coming
At prayer I received a vision
of three wise women
Muslim, Christian and Jew
inspiring hope.
Guided from Jerusalem
by the light of artillery flares
they venture into Gaza
defying warnings of danger
to find a woman who's given birth.
She and her baby shelter
under a concrete slab
surrounded by dust and devastation.
The three offer gifts
of milk, bread and a blanket.
Returning,
they prophesy
that the child will grow
to be a Saviour
bringing peace
among the descendants of Abraham.
Meanwhile
the father finds
a donkey and cart
for their escape into Egypt
to wait for the terror to cease.
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