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?