January , 2019
The sages from the East and Jesus
14:33 pm

Dr. Sanjeev Kanoria

In a distant time,

Under the snowy,

Himalayan peaks.

Night charcoal dark,

a single shining star.

Three sages come together,

To confer and to meet.

All do concur the shining star,

lead the way to a virgin mother.

To a child, whose birth the sages await,

for many a century, with baited a breath.


The dark sage, naked as the night,

Hair matted in snaky coils,

Hiding the immortal myrrh.

The silent yogi, clad in orange robe,

Under his tawny arms,

a bag full of rare incense,

from deep Himalayan caves.

In his silky white robe,

shining in the dark night -

The tall priest,

Clutched his precious treasure,

Of pink rare gold.


Over dark ravines,

Overhanging cliffs,

Through raging chilly water,

Deep marsh, and sandy desert,

the three then walked.

In silence with their precious trove,

To meet the divine child,

with gifts to comfort the mother,

For the destiny they now knew.


The single silvery star,

Shone brightly, where the child,

Against gentle Mary’s bosom,

Soothingly did lie.

No sign of fright, no wailing cry.

The saintly child with,

A smiling, knowing eye,

welcomed the distant men.

The wary mother, with her steely stare.

Made them aware, not to come near.


Tears dropping - the naked sage,

The toned yogi, the silent saint,

Held the myrrh, the incense and the gold-

For the unwary mother,

to store and to keep,

for a distant future,

to soothe and salve the son,

whose destiny she could not foresee.


The child divine,

Knowing all, with gentle touch,

The wet cheeks caress.

To assure and confirm,

His fate he knew,

To nail on the cross,

For the message delivery,

Of his Father beloved -

Love and love alone,

To deliver this cruel world,

Where love was forgot,

And man had forgiveness – forgone.


The child divine, smiled a blessing,

The sages heard his silent voice,

“dear ones, I come only to bring,

a simple message of my Father,

Love and love alone,

will take my creation further,

Anger, hate and lust must leave,

To walk in love alone,

My sacrifice is deemed,

To wake up men,

To know the God within,

And the Love to feel.”


In one word, the three then spoke,

"Sweet mother,

Thy son a great yogi,

Has come to deliver,

A message supreme,

From our Father dear,

Love and love alone,

Shall deliver man, from anger,

and from hate.

For this message unique -

shall he suffer, a fate terrible.

So mother dear, send him to us,

in those Himalayan peaks.

When he sprouts hair,

on his cheeks.

There shall we teach him,

all he need know,

To be one with the Father,

before his body is no more.”


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