I can only imagine that you went that way,
searching the skies by night for a sign
of Herod’s madness overtaking,
or a message from the Magi
flashed through the heavens;
at twilight I scan for the satellites
that bring news and war to stream down
like rain on an unready desert;
I think of you bearing away the salvation
of the world in such fragile bodies.
Featured image: The Flight into Egypt – a night piece, by Rembrandt, via Wikimedia Commons
over the water 
