Although they did not know his name, they sought
Him in the bleak darkness of wintry night.
It defied all the wisdom they'd been taught,
Yet they were drawn to a mystical light.
With pilgrims' keen eyes, they transcribed the stars.
They followed the Light until they found Him.
They offered gold, frankincence and myrrh.
To the new born King of Kings without sin.
They wondered how such bright glory dwelt there.
In a humble stable on hallowed ground.
Yet through it all, He slept without a sound.
They realised their riches weren't so rare,
Not compared to divine innocence's grace.
That blessed night, they perceived heaven on earth.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2026 01:58
- Category: Religion
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A fine write D. Your comment has come up blank on one of my poems!
Thanks. That's a pity because I put a comment on yesterday. I'll take a look at some more of your poems.
A poetic portrayal of the birth of hope, love and forgiveness set in a human form. Religious and metaphorical it sings out. Well written
Thanks Soren...I liked your poem about Father Christmas/ Santa Claus and provided a comment.
You are most welcome and thank you as well my friend
Well written, your poem explores the journey of the Magi (Wise Men) as they seek the newborn Jesus, symbolizing the search for divine truth and enlightenment amidst darkness.
Thanks ...I intend to read and comment on more of your own wonderful poetry.
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