Epiphany: The Three Kings Poem by DM W

Although they did not know his name, they sought
Him in the bleak darkness of wintry night.
It defied all the wisdom they'd been taught,
Yet they were drawn to a mystical light.
With pilgrims' keen eyes that see beyond stars,
They followed the light until they found Him.
They offered gold, frankincense and myrrh
To the new born King of Kings without sin;
In a humble stable of hallowed ground.
They wondered how such bright glory dwelt there.
Yet through it all, He slept without a sound.
They realised their riches weren't so rare,
Not compared to divine Innocence's worth.
That blessed night they perceived heaven on earth.