Three Magi, wise and noble,
A common secret dream.
Set off to find the source of all that Is—
Stillness ambles imperceptibly.
Motionless she travels far—
Silence speaks no words
Adds nothing to the frantic roar
Solitude bears destiny as she strides forth.
Knows birth and death and all between alone. Her heart
seeking their soul’s star,
5 thoughts on “Three Magi”
Really lovely poem, Moriah! I will print, save and treasure it. Marcia
Thank you, Marcia. So glad you like it!
Moriah, I’m not much of a verse reader, but the point you make is important and well expressed. I probably have solitude mastered as much as it’s going to be for me, but stillness is still a work in progress. Silence is somewhere in between. Mary
Thank you for reading and adding your reflections, Mary. Hopefully, we are all somewhere on the continuum and following our heart’s desire.
Your final stanza took my breath away, Moriah.