The journey of the magi
Godfrey Rust • read by Margaret Armer
Coming as they did from the first century
they had a few problems with London traffic
and were seriously misled by signs
to the Angel and Kings Cross.
Inquiring diligently about the star
they were referred to Parick Moore,
who hadn’t actually seen God, but would keep an extra eyebrow raised.
In Harrods the camels
made a mess all over Soft Furnishings.
On the Underground commuters glared at No Smoking signsas incense wafted gently through the carriages,
and when the great day came
they saw the entire voting population
slumped on sofas by four o'clock,
rendered senseless by too much
dead poultry and the Queen,
while over Liberty's and Hamley's
the flickering angels sang
Glory to God in the High St
and they found him,
with the inns full up again,
in the old familiar place,
bringing their unregarded gifts
to the empty stable
of the human heart
where the infant Christ is born
again and again and again.
© Godfrey Rust, www.wordsout.co.uk