Melting
If snow sticks fast
to the fields and the firs
of the forest, then why
do I melt
at the sight of you?
The Wise
Were those men wise to follow a star
and scriptures not their own?
To step outside their comfort zone,
camel-stiff and weary, to worship
a foreign king wrapped not in royalty,
but only in godhead?
Merry Christmas!
Louise
Sorry you are under the weather. Hope you are feeling better soon! Thanks for your encouraging comment on my new girlie. Lovely poems as usual! My Mom is camel and wiseman crazy so I will share your poem with her.
ReplyDeleteIt's me again. Wanted to let you know I went back to a few of your older blog posts and enjoyed them. Your "Eve" is wonderful! Merry Christmas Louise!
ReplyDeleteLovely poems!
ReplyDeleteHope you feel lots better soon.
Merry Christmas!