THE COMING ONE

(Mary)

A paean,

Eruption of soul and spirit,

Touching the King.

(Zacharias)

Bursting from silence

I prophesy the Coming One,

The Day Spring.

(Joseph)

Stolid, a craftsman, why

Choose me as trustee of

The Holy Thing?

(Magi)

Though the weather cuts

And stones abrade,

Nettles and thorns sting

We glory in our pilgrimage

More than in ease

Or governing

Glad to be encumbered  

Gold, frankincense and myrrh  

By gifts we bring.

(Shepherd)

More than an angel

Redeemed, directed, lightened,

I now can sing.