The seventh day of the year
one butterfly and seven flowers
The Feast of Epiphany is celebrated today,
when the three wise men followed a bright star and travelled
to visit and pay homage to the divine child, Jesus.
It was written:”they knelt and worshiped him.
“They took out their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh
and gave them to him.”
He lives near the manger but didn’t come to visit
his mind was too far away
like a student busy doing the shoulds and the should nots
with no time left for studies.
He begs forgiveness.
note: In Catholic Christian churches the Feast of Epiphany was yesterday but celebrated today.
I arrived late. The train had left the station.
The moment I realized I lost a fortune
Driving home is like weaving baskets underwater.
I can hear the sounds of her absence
In the kitchen, in music, the zest
Of activities I’m now missing.
Nuances of misunderstanding are slivers
Under the fingernails that became forever
A word missed, engagements broken.
“To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow”
My heart feels a strong ocean undertow,
A longing I’ll always have to grasp.
To bring her back will be a pilgrimage
A true pilgrim with an offering, an homage
Not of devotion but faithfulness.
note: the quotation is from Marilynn Robinson’s Housekeeping.The poem is my first attempt, maybe a crude one, of a rhyme poem.