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Sunday, December 22, 2013


Wise men, yet seeking,
Traverse a path
Lit by a single star,
Dim and obscure in the murky dusk.

Making their way, slow and unsure,
Their wondering eyes
Behold the brightening star
As the darkness deepens.

They can only follow.

Their quest? A child, a king.
Each footfall brings them closer.
Could it be,
This is the very pathway to God.?

Yet the starlight fades 
Bringing confusion, uncertainty,
Making the way unclear.
Where is He?

As last the question gives way to destiny.
A word, given long before by God Himself,
Brings joy.
The road, once again,

My heart, seeking still
Oftentimes travels a dusky passage,
Dim and obscure.
And though I, too, pursue the Son of God,
The way seems shrouded in gloomy shadows.
Where is He?

Just as the regal seekers of old,
I find God's very words
A lamp.
A lamp that makes my way sure.
For as my darkness deepens,
My eyes became attracted
To His light.

I can only follow.

Today, I join them,
These that are called wise.
Together, we journey, coming ever closer.
Together, we eagerly await the moment of worship.
Together, we ponder God's Divine Mystery.
Together, we walk this path.

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