The Wise Men
by Madeleine L’Engle
A star has streaked the sky.
Where, oh where, where leads the light?
We came and left our gifts
Time had passed, friends gone from sight[
One by one, they go, they die
gone in the dazzling dark of night.
Oh how, and where, and when, and why
and may, and should, O God, and might
a star, a wind, a laugh, a cry
the blazing word of power and might-
to use our gifts of gold and myrrh
as our intention was to do the right?
Here, there, hear- soft as a sigh-
all that is spoken, back to the flight
blazing too fierce for mortal eye.
oh, Love, until we, too, may dazzle bright.