The Seat of the Magi

With the right of messianism, And the depth of free will, They journeyed to Bethlehem, To hear the parents spill. Zoroastrians true and ready, Ripe for the monologue bold, They offered gold and incense, And on Mary’s story they were sold. Called wise men, magicians, They could interpret the land, Jailing’s, fishing booms and births, And so told people about their hand. They knew the power of the stars, The connection, their meaning, So followed one to that lively abode, Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling. God did not appear to them, By a star in vocality, But they just gave cerebral relevance, To that asteroid motioning entity. The gifts they offered and gave, Did not signify the incarnation, But were considered gestures, Of the magi’s visitation. Their religion let them speak about, The predicted life of the babe; Prediction was their position and seat, As at semiology they were abe. Christianity did not come from Judaism, Zoroastrianism was its predecessor, As its followers searched for a messiah, Every day, with such earnest vigour. Christianity centres around a messiah, A cultural saviour from social retardation, Which Jesus was back them, In a world of poor folks’ isolation. Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy, But proclaimed his own religion, To follow him and not just the Torah, Which was in no way old and gone. The impact of these Zoroastrians, On Israeli life and society, Can only be understood, As Christianity’s modernity.