By Lawrence Hall
Word Count: 87
Rating: G
Summary: A poem digesting what Epiphany would be like today.
How, then, does one transfer a holy day?
The Magi reschedule their appointments,
The camels are re-booked with a penalty,
King Herod’s social secretary sighs
And jots a note for the distribution list
(Holy Innocents will die some other time);
Per diem expenses and meal vouchers;
“We have seen His star in the east,” yes, but
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense must clear customs,
And will your trip continue to Egypt,
Or is this your final destination?