Song of the Magi
We gazed upon our world and reasoned why
The Sibyls danced in clockwork like the stars,
We knew the lifting of time’s veil was nigh,
And watched the sky whilst tuning our setars.
We heard the harmonies of distant spheres,
And knew their counterpoint would soon resolve
Into the perfect cadence of the years,
The vanquished years, whose vanished snows dissolve.
For, Hope revealed the place, foretold the hour
When finite would enclose Infinity
And earth would merge with Heaven, weakness Pow’r,
Creature Creator, flesh Divinity.
We followed in the fullness of the night,
And found the fragile Origin of light.
In Epiphania Domini, Anno MMXVI
From Sonnets for Christ the King © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.