Dear Readers,

As is my habit (usually), I’ve written a poem tied especially to the annual Christmas observance. This year, while meditating extensively on the intertwined roles of God’s divine sovereignty and supreme will and our degree of personal choice and free will, I found myself thinking more of the wise men who traveled far to see the Christ child, arriving after His birth.

My thoughts led me to write these words from a Wiseman’s point of view. In the spirit of the holiday celebration, I hope these words might give your spirit something meaningful to ponder: a moment of deeper quiet and greater closeness to the One its all about.

Merry Christmas – and may sweet peace be yours in the New Year.

Wisdom Speaks

I.

Long and often had we argued,

our learned minds

seeking to find

the master of destiny: a man’s choices

or his fate?

Sure and lofty was my view,

my proud heart

standing apart –

the master of destiny: my grand choices

shaping my fate.

Slowly and gently were we changed,

my brothers and I

seeing a child –

the Master of Destiny: my choices intertwined

with my fate.

II.

The choice to deny self and reach out is hard.

In light was I led to walk that path,

in pain was I born to bear that gift,

in love was I formed to find that star:

Marvelous,

brightest,

led to the wisest.

It’s a choice to listen to what we’ve heard.

By heaven was I made to worship that King,

by angels was I told to guard that Babe,

by history was I left to leave this word:

Seek Him,

find Him,

place none beside Him.