Still stands the night,
an immovable mountain.
A light snowfall of moonlight
on its exposed terrain.
An isolated star shimmers and shakes
its avalanche of brilliance,
outshining myriads of lesser snowflakes
that adorn the night’s somnolence.
In the lee of this mountain,
amongst taupe shadows deep,
three riders their clutches tauten
halting their steely steeds, while other men sleep.
Their chill- wizened faces
look up to the sky
whilst blind night embraces
the three Magi.
Through centuries they’ve travelled
like astronauts through space
though men still hadn’t unravelled
the first mystery that had taken place
on the outskirts of this beleaguered city.
They gaze at the star questioning:
was man ready for the immensity
of the Second Coming?
The frosty light of the star
then started to melt and wane.
It was too soon for the avatar,
the world was still profane.
They re- revved their machines
and set off into orbit exquisite.
Astronomers observing the dying sheen
said t’was a star of hope that surely would revisit.
When young Tim learned Three Wise Men went far
on their camels to follow a star,
with surprise in his eyes,
he piped up, “They were wise?
So why didn’t they just go by car?”
The three wise magi started from far,
Following the trail of the bright star.
But soon the star was veiled,
By dark clouds and they wailed-
"We should have come by a taxi car"
Puzzles filled the paths of the Magi. Each stone was a gem.
Every gleam and nurture of nature shone like Bethlehem.
Each ray of sun and drop of shower, they gladly explored.
Could they quench their thirst with anyone except their own lord?
Could Herod hide the spark of untruth in his tongue for long?
Despite himself, the good news of Jesus in him was strong.
Did he know that ending your life would end his life as well?
The Scriptures and sciences seemed to him like souls of hell.
The earth, air, water, fire, and sky merged with your physique.
Walking in Abba's ways was, for you, a secret unique.
From dust to dust, the soul of the cosmos is a sole whole.
You held to human ways while following the Father's goal.
The heavens and the earth met under a distinct ceiling.
The rich and poor, Jews and gentiles, merged into your being.
George Herbert 'THE TEMPLE'
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Snowing tonight….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering divine dreams..
Air misty, breeze calm, serene! Do I see the
Brilliant Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an evening of starry twilight ...
When the three wise magi spotted the
Brightest star in the east, their surprise,
And their exhilaration knew no bounds!
Our Lord has come to us, the star beckons,
We must follow the glowing light and find our Saviour!
Sights through my window-panes are blurred!
Rooftops getting blanketed with white
Shimmering laces! treetops beautifully
Embellished with silver ornaments,
Grasses caressed by softest drizzle of snow!
This is the night, holy night for the universe
When we welcome our Lord to illuminate
Our life! They found Him in the manger,
Divine baby and Holy Mother they prayed to,
Most precious gifts were showered on Him!
We gaze with wonder at glittering stars above,
On this magnificent Christmas Day, in every
Glistening snowflake I behold Christmas magic -
An aura of love and compassion for the needy
Envelop the world with spiritual grace and harmony!
Vol 1.
Well, go ask the Magi,
and you may be extolled.
Yet, he may say you're crazy,
He's, three Millennium old.
Then, I went to the Magi,
with this question to pose.
If most opinions mean nothing
though everyone has some.
The Magi replied,
"don't,stand down wind Son".
The Magi is Wise,
the Magi is knowing.
Yeah, I'm half crazy,
And the MagI has Spoken.
Free me from my misery,
Free me from feeling lonely.
Free me from my suffering.
Free me from my soul’s bewitching.
I was disappointed when I saw the plant she had chosen.
I have tried to raise these, and failed many times.
A philodendron, I said, pretending enthusiasm.
They like a dark place, not much sun, she told me.
I read up on them this time. They do not like their feet wet.
Okay. They like moist soil, not damp. I tried for three or four days.
Then I forgot she existed for a week. Her leaves turned yellow.
They dropped on the floor.
I picked them up and felt guilty.
Why a philodendron, I wondered?
This time I decided to name her.
I began to sing to her, I touched her gently daily.
She began whispering ideas to me.
They were good ones too.
Pretty soon she was lengthening herself up the wall.
Is that a philodendron? People asked, Amazed.
I said you may call her Magi.
What an appropriate and applicable poem for Epiphany.
Iasiah wote about this and what had happened to Christ.
TS Elliott also wrote Travel of Magi
On a long trip Magi would travel
They rode on a plodding camel
Over hills and through the sand
This is what God had planned.
By Isiah things were to be written;
On cross Jesus would be smitten;
From us all He was taken away
His second coming another day.
Some day son Jesus was here
Had overcome our sin and fear
On a cross hung his each limb
We will always remember Him.
National Cathederal services
are great and to see them can
hardly wait.
When salt and pepper risibly
recede,
Head wises up to ruefully concede.
September 30, 2021
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
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Star
Rises
In the east,
The three magi,
Scholars from afar
Follow its guiding light
Over hills and through deserts
To a small town called Bethlehem,
There pay homage to the new born king
Bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Written 22nd December 2020.
Wishing everyone a merry Christmas or (happy holidays) and a better new year for us all.
"The Magi Beats Sweet Mindless Hum Drums Against Day's End"
The abstract lines
you hold onto tight
are leaving marks
in my heart
like rope burns
the pleasure of winning
by not giving in
and then some pain
when you walk my mind,
you never turn away, you stay
My mind
is volcanic
a salve for romantics
a soiled grave for real living
it is bedded 6ft deep in dreams
and new sheets wrapped
around us, the notes old
for loving and singing
it’s unforgiving
Love, my Love
A tug of war
between being there
and sliding closer to here
I kiss and swap notes
on a tongue enveloping
our secrets you wet
in the swimming of
hum drum daily exits
book marking
our beginnings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The Magician" / Andy Shauf
https://youtu.be/PN0RPWII7gY
"Do you find it gets a little easier
Each time you make it disappear?
Oh fools the magician bends the rules
As the crowd watches his every move"
Lyrics / "The Magician", Andy Shauf
https://genius.com/Andy-shauf-the-magician-lyrics
Christmas
Christmas comes in long nights of winter
Honoring a child born so long ago
Restoring hope for peace on earth
In angel’s songs and shepherds bowed low
Sleeping child upon the hay
Taking Bethlehem by surprise
Magi from afar revere the new king
A humble child born before our eyes
Simple rhyme celebrates all that we treasure when days grow long with winter weather.
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