Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Poem for Advent

The Wise Man and the Star

The proper place for stars is in the sky,

Lighting the whole world but negotiating only

With the highly qualified - master mariners, astro-physicians,

Professionals like ourselves.

This one came unscheduled, nudged us roughly

Out of routine, led us wild-goose chase,

And perching here, above unspeakable rafters,

Common as a starling on a washing line,

Whistles to every callow Dick and Harry,

Idling amazed around: "Ok, pals, I've done my bit.

Over to you now, Earth."

Thank you, Living Wittily.

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