I wonder about the magi,
those Eastern sages who came from afar
following the star
then onward to Bethlehem.
I do not wonder
about their number.
Scripture makes no mention, saying only that they bore gifts three;
hence, by convention, tradition
has assigned three.
for all we know,
there may have been but two or four
Perhaps a score?
the three have been given names
Yet this I wonder. What did they wonder
after they beheld the grandeur of the babe in the manger;
after they presented their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh;
after they began their journey home by “another way.”
Did they talk among themselves
(or fall silent, each to his own reverie,
their individual counsel keeping;
perhaps afraid to reveal what [that!] they were thinking,
about that baby)?
Did they wonder how can we serve the potentates of our home lands
as we have done in our time
and our fathers before us
and our grandfathers before them
now that we have beheld, far greater than our magic,
the mystery of the Lord of all generations in our flesh?
And what of the tools of our trades? How can we wield them?
Our sacred tomes,
our auguries, our prophecies,
our potions and prayers to our little gods of little glory,
and e’en that, now fore’er empty.
And what of ourselves? What do we do?
have lost our once-thought ageless vocatio;
which, as the tide of time slipping through our fingers
summoning us to employ our arts,
for we have knelt at the feet of the Ancient of everlasting Days!
Today, I wonder what does anyone do,
once we become blind to what we held
for we have beheld
of God’s glory?