They did not feel like kings
as they neared the end
of their strange journey.
The old roads had not been kind,
and they carried their weariness
along with the little treasures
they planned to offer
to the One
who was to be born
under a portentous star.
Perhaps they slept fretfully
that last night
before they finally found him.
They could not have known
how their world was about to change,
that every sacrifice they had made
to come to this place was nothing
compared to a sacrifice
that was yet to come.
But they got up in the morning
and went on,
a sign to us who must continue
our own dark journeys
into an unseen morning.
He is there,
waiting for us
in some new day.
--Timothy Haut, January, 2014
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