epiphany: camel-less

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The Christmas tide is going out . . .

the waves of wonder which

crashed against the sea wall

of my heart are sliding away

reminding me that the tides

come and go, neap and spring:

this is the rhythm of redemption.

 

Along the now silent sands

in my mind’s eye I still see the

Magi meandering, starry-eyed.

This newly exposed beach is not

a breach, but an opening, an

epiphany (to use a stained-glass

word): Greek for “I get it now!”

 

Come — let us walk camel-less

down this beach of our lives,

wandering and wondering our

way between wall and water,

between Herod and hope . . .

write our names in the sand

and see how long they last.

 

Peace

Milton

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