Thought I'd share an Epiphany poem. It is written by Sr. Mary Margaret Funk
Epiphany shows a sleepy world that Christmas
is not stillborn
or a crib feast to remain in gift shops
and cultural miniatures.
Epiphany is a bold eastern feast of
symbol and connectedness
to Christ's ongoing life of preaching and healing.
Though gifts were brought, the favor sought was peace
before nations began to dominate.
We kneel today; homage is fitting.
One star more than galaxies enlightens us:
Born is the Christ.
