Prose I ripped from a magazine in the mid-80s and still consider each year, by Cynthia Macdonald 

"What full-born hope-star within your hearts

Made you step out

To seek the One who had not yet

Revealed Himself in straw and hay and human love?

What encounter half-imagined spurred your starlit trip,

Enabled you to risk the Herod-hell of fear and hate?

Did you ever dream

A Child-God-King would change your path forever

And make you take a different way home?"

Counting down to Christmas…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Lord, You said if any lack wisdom, we have only to ask to receive it.  Am I capable of the wisdom of the Magi?  Dare I ask?