Three Magi

Stillness
Silence 
Solitude

Three Magi, wise and noble,
Enticed 
By intuition, 
A common secret dream.
Set off to find the source of all that Is—
of love,
of hope,
of truth.

Stillness ambles imperceptibly.
Motionless she travels far—
deeper,
nearer,
clearer.

Silence speaks no words
Adds nothing to the frantic roar 
of hate,
despair, 
and lies.

Solitude bears destiny as she strides forth.
Knows birth and death and all between alone. Her heart
A pulsing,
throbbing,
longing.

Three Magi, 
seeking their soul’s star,
walk home.

5 thoughts on “Three Magi”

1. Really lovely poem, Moriah! I will print, save and treasure it. Marcia

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   1. Thank you, Marcia. So glad you like it!

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2. 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

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   1. Thank you for reading and adding your reflections, Mary. Hopefully, we are all somewhere on the continuum and following our heart’s desire.

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3. Your final stanza took my breath away, Moriah.

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