epiphany: camel-less
The Christmas tide is going out . . .
the waves of wonder which
crashed against the sea wall
of my heart are sliding away
reminding me that the tides
come and go, neap and spring:
this is the rhythm of redemption.
Along the now silent sands
in my mind’s eye I still see the
Magi meandering, starry-eyed.
This newly exposed beach is not
a breach, but an opening, an
epiphany (to use a stained-glass
word): Greek for “I get it now!”
Come — let us walk camel-less
down this beach of our lives,
wandering and wondering our
way between wall and water,
between Herod and hope . . .
write our names in the sand
and see how long they last.
Peace
Milton
