Advent Calendar

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