|The dream of the Magi, from Autun. Thanks, as so often, to iBenedictines|
Here's an Epiphany poem I'd like to share with you, by Ann Lewin:
If it’s the thought that counts,
What were they thinking of,
To give him these, gold
Frankincense and myrrh?
Extraordinary gifts to give a child.
When Mary pondered, later, on these things,
I wonder if she thought that
These are given to all –
Gold: our potential, gifts that make us
Royal, each in our own domain;
Incense: our aspirations, prayers
And dreams, calling us on;
Myrrh: soothing healing for our pain.
Not gifts for children,
But, like, him, we’ll grow.