“Where is the child who has been born
king of the Jews?
For we observed his star at its rising,
and have come to pay him homage.”
Magi captained by a star, lured by love,
consult Herod possessed by fear
to find a young woman courted by grace
who has given birth to a boy
compelled by Holy Spirit.
(Herod, obsessed by rage, will hunt for the boy
but only for himself,
and so die hungering.)
Magi reeled by love
seek no glittering else.
Attentive, undeterred, persistent,
the star no mere sign but a magnet,
they will find the way,
and find another way.
Oh, to be so haunted.
January 2, 2020