Come From the East
Come from the East, they tracked a star and gave a king their gold.
Then leaving by another way, warned in a dream, foretold.
Another sought him - Rachel weeps; she will not be consoled.
Then frankincense for a high priest, to consecrate the child.
Grain offering: the bread of life was beaten, scorned, reviled.
Propitiation for God's wrath, that we might reconcile.
Last, myrrh, a precious fragrant oil for healing, it was said.
With nard, his feet washed with her tears and hairs atop her head.
When mixed with wine, a bitter gall; with herbs, embalms the dead.
There's naught else mentioned of these men, but this we know is true:
The Magi recognized the signs, and further followed through.
So seek this child; you don't need gifts ~ in truth, He just wants you.
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for the Writing Challenge - Write a Christmas Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
11/27/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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