We beheld a flood of sudden light
breaking in glory,
quickening even endless space.
Magnetically the star, unparalleled,
led us from the east.
Impelled by study long and searching,
we gathered myrrh and frankincense and
gold, and hastened over desert dune and drift,
seeking always the heaven’s foretold gift.
“Where is he,” we asked, “That is born king of
But Herod feigned no knowledge,
No sudden news of miracle or light or chosen being.
Until his chief priests and his scribes,
seeing we sought the truth,
remembered they had heard,
“In Bethlehem of Judea.”
“Bring me word,” said Herod, “When you have
found him, that I may worship, too.”
And there in the house
we found the young child with Mary his mother,
and we knelt down
and worshipped him.
But we left another way,
returning to our own far land,
being warned in dreams what Herod planned.
He was the King.
We had seen his star in the east;
We came and worshipped him in Bethlehem.
We saw the King, foretold to save all earth.