The nature of stars
A sky full of stars and the magi looking
eastward to an extraordinary flare
moving contrary to fixed patterns,
to all known predictions,
contrary to the nature of stars;
then, following it pell-mell –
blazing sun, freezing nights –
in a burdensome gallop,
destination unknown. It didn’t matter –
they were chasing the cosmic,
leaving behind the earth.
The great mystery of heaven
had come down to greet them,
to intermingle and lay on hands,
no longer remnants,
distant trackers and observers
but burning, existential participants
in the ancient, great fires of creation.
O child of God, chase after truth;
let nothing stand in your way.
Fabulous poem Brian. Power. Great last line.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Rosie. You are the real poet, enamored of words and the art of language.ReplyDelete