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In Gaspar’s Footsteps

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Following the routes of kings
Mahmud retraced old steps
Where once a great star
Blazed & seared lapis skies
Lighting a sacred way
Where rivers hid in rock
Where hoot owls stared
In blackest nights
And by an icy brook
Cupping cold handfuls
Of truth, it seemed
He knew the ancient magi
Relived their quest, as if
He too drew near to a place
And purpose far beyond himself
On a dusty road, to Bethlehem

 

© 2015 S. Michaels
Silk Roads

Image: wallpaper4me.com

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Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

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