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| The Long Expected Journey |
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It arose, but only those who gazed
Recognized its rising in the morning sky:
Men with insight, who slept by day
And travelled by night, without distraction.
That night there was music and singing,
Frightened sheep without a shepherd,
And lamp-lights dancing in the darkness
Of the long-expected journey.
Deep ravines, blue mountains and green-grass plains;
Cold winds cutting and Winter rains,
And occasional fires at night,
Inviting warmth and gentle light.
In Jerusalem there was a palace,
But the king was not in the palace;
But in Bethlehem, there was satisfaction:
The journey ended in a simple shelter.
There was the lamb, and there were the sheep,
And there were the gifts to see;
Aromatic perfumes from the tree,
And a tiny piece of sparkling gold.
An unexpected place of destination
For the breaking of light in human form:
[Not moon-reflected light
But the light of love itself;
Eclipsing all the brilliant suns of day
And all the radiant starts of night!]
And in the limits of a baby's birth,
Both birth and death, incontrovertably;
Not with a kingly crown of gold upon his head,
But with a Peasant's crown of twisted straw instead!
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