It was worse for them, a cold coming Through the weary winter waste wandering, The camels and men grumbling and running Away from their errand, a magi’s mission found’ring. And in the dark no less, this hard going After some sacred celestial shining Into the west, against the blowing Snow to arrive, rest, to reality aligning. Eon’s later I watch this Epiphany’s snowing; Now past, our Christmas carols singing ; To wait for spring? It’ll be hard going To body forth through this winter’s keening. But hard as it was, to home they arrived kneeling Before Him who coming homeless, be-came for our healing.
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