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easy to ridicule yet we spotted the signs considered the implications discussed, drew our conclusions might have left it there, a morsel filed with accumulated wisdom passing down the generations with all that has gone before yet this required action, urgency and campfire stories would not do neither traders nor yet messengers must see ourselves the truth of it so off across the plains following the sky-wonders mountains, rivers, deserts joy of the quest, dangers too seeking, searching, inquiring traits of rare trust these days rest places beyond number the blessings of hospitality generosity to strangers journey westward still with but one false step who wouldn't seek a prince in royal courts and palaces arrived eventually, Bethlehem under that still watchful star poor the workers' quarter a simple temporary home living space, a work bench parents, child in whose eyes reside the depths, the heights of being, of existence, of ...... totality yet totally vulnerable we, somewhat out of place our robes, the rich gifts given gold, frankincense and myrrh make of them what you will yet nothing less than best was due that infant child but after having seen been seen, a question are we wandering fools ever the **** of the joke costly, irrelevant and late or of other significance
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:04 PM UTC
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easy to ridicule yet we spotted the signs considered the implications discussed, drew our conclusions might have left it there, a morsel filed with accumulated wisdom passing down the generations with all that has gone before yet this required action, urgency and campfire stories would not do neither traders nor yet messengers must see ourselves the truth of it so off across the plains following the sky-wonders mountains, rivers, deserts joy of the quest, dangers too seeking, searching, inquiring traits of rare trust these days rest places beyond number the blessings of hospitality generosity to strangers journey westward still with but one false step who wouldn't seek a prince in royal courts and palaces arrived eventually, Bethlehem under that still watchful star poor the workers' quarter a simple temporary home living space, a work bench parents, child in whose eyes reside the depths, the heights of being, of existence, of ...... totality yet totally vulnerable we, somewhat out of place our robes, the rich gifts given gold, frankincense and myrrh make of them what you will yet nothing less than best was due that infant child but after having seen been seen, a question are we wandering fools ever the **** of the joke costly, irrelevant and late or of other significance
6th January 2026 The Epiphany Stephen Cooper
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Jan 7
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