Epiphany Poem by Austyn Chimbuoyim

Everyone has got their special day to reel in
Pleased to be by the limelight about them
In incredible revel of a new found Gem
Portrayed as such at dawn of the morning.
How happy were the sages find'n the lowly inn
Assisted by a star, in Bethlehem;
Non-descript seemed the Child in artless poem
Yet they their gifts could not keep from the hut's within

Delicate hands ready to wield the scepter golden
Encased by kings in old shrouds from the far East
Cherished treasure for priests is offered
Sacred as well; sweet in behold'n.
Tomb in sight, the Child sees beyond His birth feast.
Hidden in the gift, the cross over His head hovered