Second Sunday of Advent

Behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem...

Sand snakes
between camel hooves.
Pinwheel stars trace silver
celestial paths on studied, faded scrolls.
Riders sway hypnotically,
drowsy in their saddles.
The winking, twinkling beacon,
heavy with hope, each day
climbs higher on the horizon.
This journey stops, we know,
when sight, craning upward,
finds the apex of the sky.
The geometry of our lives,
rendered simple in the end,
and rudimentary.
Two points defining the invisible
line tethering eternity
to earth.

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