Three Magi

They had been following his star.
Was it Luther, Calvin or Smith?
Quickly approaching
is second Millennium of his crucifixion.

Where are his signs?
Pastors are usurping the Lord
with prophetic messages,
eager to sit on his throne.

Is he among us,
somewhere homeless,
unrecognized?
The Wise still seek him.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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