The Traveller’s Homage
We open now
to the way of the magi,
wise ones not afraid to journey
across the borders and boundaries
that mark the territory of the tribe
to what Spirit is doing in another country,
another tradition, and with other people.
We learn to lay our gifts before the Gift of God,
to follow the bright and beckoning star of our future
across deserts of unknowing,
and valleys of despair
to make an offering of our lives
to the “new thing” our God is birthing
in a land where we have never been.
And then, Holy One,
lead us back home on the path of the star-gazing sages,
choosing back roads and fresh vistas,
safe from Herod’s hoard and the passport-phobic.
Laden with spiritual gifts - new sounds, tastes, and sights
of the star-blessed stable where you were born
and the beckoning mangers where you are still being born -
we discover that “home” is an expanding house,
as large as a cosmos,
as close as our hearts.
 From If Darwin Prayed, Bruce Sanguin. Page 31