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In the dusty evening light of this bovine place I wait for those who must surely come. Resultant prophecy and the greatest of mortal danger Await those who risk all for my name’s sake.
First humble shepherds enter within the darkness To gaze upon my divine countenance disregarding danger; Then others pay homage regardless of neither estate nor heritage To touch gently this parting union of earth and heaven.
In a nearby empire plans of luckless hate are soon divulged To seize, discover and kill this son of man. Wisdom prevails through the gift of the wise And legitimate falsehood rules to save this Lamb of the fold.
Astronomers enter looking very out of place And bestow their gifts at my tiny feet. I smile, I sparkle acknowledging all reason They leave dissolving in return to their distant kingdoms.
But what of these earthly gifts laced with divine prophesy? Gold for the King who rules a worthless temporal throne. Surely gold reigns eternally without fire to destroy its formation But what of my earthly throne?
Myrrh for earnest death to preserve human flesh A strange gift for one so carnally young. Myrrh also for healing to cleanse this world’s inhumanity A time to heal, to make good but when?
Frankincense burns within this byre Taking faithful prayers to my heavenly host. As it burns I watch the smoke rise Meeting all wondrous firmaments above.
Innocent I lie wondering, pondering. When will my ultimate task be revealed? Soon will come sorrow with dawn’s morning Alas justice may prevail within this dawning.
Ó 2003 Steven Longman-Marshall – all rights reserved.
9th December 2003.
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