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Tricky Camel Ride (by Melchior) June contest

There are myriad shoes for us to fill,
scores of gifts for children to rejoice,
but in A.D. 2020, how to know God’s will?
Alas! I hear no guiding voice.

Unsupplied with bags of tricks,
we plainly don’t have fitting clues,
modern children crave to admix
pricey tech games, e-books, whew!

Time flows, sunset shadows fall,
I’m off to seek smart King Gaspar,
it’s misting over, soft violet pall,
beyond azure mountains waits Balthasar.

Star of Bethlehem, shining brightly down
on pandemics, famine, rich and poor:
how then to voyage from town to town
and safely plan our prodigious tour?

A child loved, blossoms in midwinter:
but Jesus’s love is not in the news;
to cool brainchildren, is love a winner?
It’s crystal clear, high-tech trash we’ll refuse.

Time doesn’t pass for little children,
we’d drop fortune cookies inside their shoes;
since perils menace, trips are forbidden,
we’ll shower them with Jesus’ love, no time to lose!

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January 6th., or Epiphany, is when The Three Wise Men visit little children during the night. It's a Catholic holiday. Children put their shoes outside their bedroom door. In Argentina, it's Summer, but I decided to say Winter, as in N.H.
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WHY in A.D. 2020,ONLY???????
how to know God’s will?

NO ONE EVER KNEW
NOR EVER WILL
SHHHhhhhhh... GOD'S OWN SECRETS
IT'S HIS MIGHTY WILL
ACCEPT WE MUST
AND ALL WILL
Thanks for the lead Gracy
we all need God's smaller mercy

what I like most about your poems is your dedication to craft, and your excellent word choice.
I hate to say it, but tell Melchoir that science is the new god.

T

The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight

Hi Jerry, thanks for your always entertaining comments. There's also The Gospel according to St. Thomas, which was not accepted by the early Christian Fathers. Lots of interesting stuff there, Jesus is actually naughty...lol.
It's also written that Jesus went as far as India and that his real tomb is over there, near the border with Pakistan, I believe. There are pictures of his supposed tomb, you can google it.
Do put your shoes out, the least Lynda can do is polish them, but I bet she wont. Here, Epiphany is a national holiday, another occasion for the toy shops to make money. My parents would just put a few coins in our slippers.
Glad you enjoyed my poem, thanks for your amusing comments. All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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Oh, lovedly, it just went with the poem, all this about kids who know more about tech stuff than older people. No, we don't know God's will, it's a mystery to me why such bad things happen, despite His supposed mercy and omnipotence. Have faith, we will eventually know by His Holy Light, reason doesn't come into it.
Thank you for popping over to comment, God bless you, Gracy

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Thank you, tyro. Sadly, lots of people think science is exact, but it's not. Scientists have to keep changing their paradigms, their work can be empirical, testing in labs, maths and so much more. Right now, I hope they find a vaccine for C19.
I'm glad you like my word choice, you're encouraging with your comments. I shall relay your message to Melchior!
All the best, Gracy

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nicely penned

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Thank you, lynn. I also love Leonard Cohen, but well, he's gone, as so many of my favourite stars. I'm also a Freddie Mercury fan.
All the best.

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is great and you make sense. Something I wish from a lot of people. Oh well, I see that science will take the place of religion for many people and for some; it will become the new religion. Mankind seems to always take things to the extreme, no matter the subject. You give plenty to think about. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you, Gee. Yes, extremes are the norm, since forever, if that's good English. And nothing will change, sadly enough. My late husband wrote a prized essay about "non change", it's too long to explain, but his work received an H.M. from Espasa Calpe, the Spanish publishers. Carlos was a physician, psychologist, essayist and poet.
Thank you for your comments, you are always so helpful. Best, Gracy

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