Holy innocents

Their wisdom was not wanted
by the powers that be, in case
it would unseat their certainty
of their own anointed state.

Warned in a dream, they went home
another way, pursued by rumours
of mothers kneeling in the ashes
of their frankincensed fire.

One returned to Zion, preaching
a dream he had seen lying in a manger.
They burned him with the little ones
for disturbing their peace.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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