This sonnet is for Epiphany. It draws its inspiration from T.S. Eliot’s, “Journey of the Magi” and recalls an Epiphany a couple of years ago when here in the South, we got a special gift: snow.

It was worse for them, a cold, hard coming
Through the world’s wild winter waste wandering;
With camels and servants grumbling, running
Off, it must’ve seemed their mission was found’ring,
And in the dark no less, this hard going
Chasing some sacred, celestial shining
Leaning into the west where the blowing
Snow and king resisted their divining.

Eon’s later I watch this Epiphany’s snowing;
Christmas has past, so too carol singing,
Waiting on spring? It’ll be hard going
To body forth through this winter’s keening.

But we come home as they when we kneeling,
Give all to the homeless One, who came healing.

© Randy Edwards 2020.
This sonnet is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com). Thanks.