The Return of the Magi


       This town is one we've seen before:

       These crooked lanes, that stable door,

       Although it must have been a dream,

       For never were we here before.


       And that quick dog, scared and lean,

       Crossing the square scarcely seen

       And the dark-haired girl leaning out

       The hostel window familiar seem.


       The sky was lit by the evening star

       As now, but brighter then by far;

       Above us shuddered angels' wings

       And we had journeyed far, so far.







The Midnight Air



The midnight air was a crystal vise

Crushing a billion bits of ice -

One stood out grand and glaring.

Mary, a virgin in her bearing,

Joseph trying to make the best

Of expectations. You know the rest:


Denied the use of house and table,

The birth took place in a humble stable.

Shepherds, black and yellow kings,

The sky a feast of angels' wings.

Thirty years later came the dove,

Ushering in the age of love.



 © Frank Thomas Smith