Third Sunday of Advent: A Poem

"Magi"

We seek in sand beneath the stars,
plotting fixed coordinates
upon the sifting, mutable, and inconstant.
Sweaty cartographers imposing maps
upon the mysterious and inscrutable.
Our navigation anxious, provisional, uncertain.

Then here, an offered beacon,
precise and definite.
A sign unknown to us.
Direction so gracious
this steady, gifted light.