Epiphany

Glory always fades,
just ask Moses about
the bag over his head.

Or inquire with anyone
whose fifteen minutes
have come and gone.

A star may rise in the east,
but sooner or later
it will set in the west.

It’s been said
that famous people
die in threes; perhaps

this collective dimming
eases us more gently
into the night.

The Magi also traveled as a trio,
played their gig in Bethlehem
then dissolved

into the pages of history.
But they didn’t return
the same way they came.

Maybe that’s true of us all
as we journey from
darkness to darkness.

We find a different way home
or a new home all together—
one beyond the horizon,

beyond this business of
day and night,
rising and setting.

Published by asaur