Did the Magi follow the star across the seas
to the new land, to America
seeking God that will reveal himself again
in a cave?
God in a cave; now so difficult to find
for the star is obscured by bright lights
big cities, ciphers of commerce;
even the angels are lost in America.
Shall they seek him
amidst the clouds of incense
the glow of censers
swung by aging priests
or perhaps he will lie
in a basket, God’s image visible
through the glass walls
of the Crystal Cathedral?
Or is it already midnight
with no star visible
with no hope left
of finding the child in a cave?
Will they find God
knocking on the doors of the rich
outside the gated houses of the Sadducees
inside the bank among the money changers?
among the hard of heart
sitting in the pews murmuring
“In God we Trust
All others pay cash?”
Alas, the star no longer visible
the Magi follow the sounds of laughter
going door to door in America asking
“Where is the cave?”
Beautiful, poignant poem. (Video very touching, too.) Have a blessed weekend.
Thank you JoAnn. Regards.
Excellent. Probably my favorite so far of what I’ve read from you.