A Sonnet by George K. Johnson (1920-2007)
On camels trekked the Magi bearing gifts
Of costly myrrh and frankincense and gold
To lay before a child whose coming lifts
Their hearts in reverence so long foretold.
Epiphany we call it. Jesus shown
As Savior to the Gentiles; God made man,
For which the Wise Men journeyed far alone
With but a star to guide their caravan.
The world endeavors yet to find that star,
For sin and selfishness have dimmed its glow.
It hangs there still for wise men, but thus far
Our tracking pace is perilously slow
In following that gleam that yet can be
The Magi's gift of our Epiphany.