An Epiphany moment

Is more than the sum of its parts.
It multiplies our fears,
intensifies our desires
and separates our families.

Listen up small boy
as you labour on the edge
of something monumental
and necessary to your life.

Listen to the three wise silhouettes.
Who are kings in spite of their drab garments.

They didn’t bring you gifts for fun.
They don’t want to anoint your dead body.
But Herod and Infanticide concentrates their minds.

Of course you know more and destiny
is not all it is cracked up to be.
You are bold beyond your years.
Arms flung wide as if in anticipation,

of flung stars and crosses to bear.