(Epiphany, Year C; click here for the biblical texts)
When rich men pay homage
bear extravagant gifts to honor a baby
something is up
almost as if missing
the baby shower they know more
is needed by new parents funds
for diapers blankets socks
but when their limousine
pulls up in front neighbors
authorities sense more at stake
than needs of an infant and his parents.
What is going on what do they know that
we do not Who is this child Who
are his parents Is he a local boy?
Where do they come from perhaps they
are illegal should we call police
at least demand answers.
Shabby shepherds came last
week now richly dressed men
from away he they must be
something special. We have to know
the secret ask the rabbis priests imams
they have to know but will they tell
danger seems to lurk around him
even as a bright light shines over the
rude birthing bed like a spotlight
protecting the door to a laden barn
calling attention to it too.
Is this Messiah is it time?
But in a cave with cattle straw
how can that be?
Shh! Don’t tell might get them
in trouble with Homeland Security
let them leave quietly
let the baby grow up and then
we’ll know why angels sang
shepherds and rich men came.
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