It might have been just someone else’s story,
Some chosen people get a special king.
We leave them to their own peculiar glory,
We don’t belong, it doesn’t mean a thing.
But when these three arrive they bring us with them,
Gentiles like us, their wisdom might be ours;
A steady step that finds an inner rhythm,
A pilgrim’s eye that sees beyond the stars.
They did not know his name but still they sought him,
They came from otherwhere but still they found;
In temples they found those who sold and bought him,
But in the filthy stable, hallowed ground.
Their courage gives our questing hearts a voice
To seek, to find, to worship, to rejoice.
Malcolm Guite
CofE Network of Distinctive Deacons 
I don’t usually read religious poetry. It has to be fairly said though, I got rather connected to this one, not so much for its message or content, but because it has a happy flow. It left a good feeling, a sort of…that was nice, pleasant and friendly.
LikeLiked by 1 person