Haiku of
uncertain destination.
The tale is dodgy,
its historicity
doubtful,
but still we wonder.
Driven by a dream
they seek the child
of promise,
born to be a king.
They came from the
east,
a vague description,
at best;
those men of wisdom.
No maps, GPS,
their star takes
them all the way
to Jerusalem.
They call on Herod;
(where else would
you find a prince
but in a palace?)
Herod takes advice,
sends them off to
Bethlehem;
asks to stay
informed.
The child is
threatened
by this late
development.
God's plans are at
risk.
Finding the infant
they offer their
gifts: the gold,
frankincense and
myrrh.
The gifts are laden
with meaning and
importance
for a future king.
Having paid homage,
the pilgrims return
eastward,
give Herod a miss.
The nations have
seen,
the threat will be
overcome;
the story rolls on.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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