January 13, 2018
A Kingly Gift
Miles and months they trudged across forlorn terrain,
Making their way through desert winds and drenching rain.
Spurred on by prophecy and guided by a light,
They gathered regal gifts and launched into the night.
Like Him, they left their stately home to seek a prize.
They longed to see the King with their own eyes,
To give Him frankincense and worship at His feet,
To lavish gold upon the one true Mercy Seat,
And myrrh, ah yes, the bitter scent of holy worth:
His life and death portrayed in presents for His birth.
They sought the promised King in Herod’s palace grand,
But there they found only a scheming, murderous hand.
He sent them on to Bethlehem, the house of bread,
Where lay the Bread of Life, just as the prophet said.
Returning home without the riches they had brought,
They carried in their hearts the Treasure they had sought.
Copyright © 2018 by Teresa Roberts Johnson (All rights reserved)
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Fr. Stephen said,
January 15, 2018 at 12:52 pm
Thank you…Deaconess. a lovely gift to all of us!
In Christ,
Fr. Stephen
P.S. Most English Majors are frustrated authors. Enclosed is little piece I did a number of years ago. If you have time, I’d appreciate your thoughts on it.
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