The Magi

We were so excited
when we first saw it.
A star;
a new star in the sky;
so visible
so bright
so magnetic.
We couldn’t stop
watching it,
and,
as we did
we knew;
we all knew,
individually
that
we had to follow it.
People thought we were mad
but
we had to do it.
We couldn’t rest.
We couldn’t sleep.
We had to go
because
something,
someone
out there
was going to be
worth all the effort;
worth all the trouble;
worth all the hardship.
So we went,
not knowing where;
not knowing for how long;
not even knowing if we would return.
Nothing mattered but to go.

It was a long journey
but we never lost
the excitement
of seeing the star
appear in front of us
every night,
leading us;
drawing us
on
closer to
whatever;
whoever
it was
we had to see.

We came to Jerusalem.
We thought we had arrived;
that this was it;
a palace;
the home of a new king
but
something was wrong;
something did not add up;
something inside us
was sounding warning bells.
This was
not what we had expected;
not what we had travelled so far
to find.
For the first time
we were
dismayed,
depressed,
deflated,
fearful even
that we had
wasted our time;
got it all wrong.
But then
we went outside
and
we saw the star again.
Hope revived.
Energy was restored.
Our journey began again.
Our spirits rose
even as the journey
seemed to take us
further from
‘the expected’;
further from
‘the normal’.
And we wondered
how
why
where
we could possibly see
a king?
Then the star seemed
to stop;
to hover
over one dwelling
and we knew
we had arrived;
we knew this was it.
With such eagerness;
such excitement;
such anticipation
we went in.

We saw Him.

No words;
no explanations
were needed.

We saw Him.

Our hearts
just exploded
with joy.
We fell to our knees
and
we worshipped Him.


© Kathleen Wilks