Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern.

Today is January 4th, so Epiphany is just two days away, and it's on Sunday, so I won't be

bringing you a poem for that day. So today I'm going to bring you one final poem for this

Christmas season, a poem for Epiphany. And I'm going to bring you one final poem for this Christmas season,

a poem for Epiphany. And there are many Epiphany poems to choose from, but the one I settled on

is a poem by Malcolm Gite, who is a living poet. He is a British writer, poet, songwriter. He's an

Anglican priest, he's an academic. He has studied the work

of Tolkien and Lewis and Owen Barfield and Samuel Taylor Coleridge and many others. He also is a

musician, so if you want to learn more about him, you can go to Malcolm Geite, that's g-U-R-T-E,

dot WordPress.com. But he posted a poem there that I wanted to share with you on the show.

The sonnet is from his book, Sounding the Seasons, which looks like you can buy now on

Amazon. But this poem is simply called Epiphany. This is how it goes. It might have been just

someone else's story.

Some chosen people get a special king.

We leave them to their own peculiar glory.

We don't belong.

It doesn't mean a thing.

But when these three arrive, they bring us with them, Gentile like us.

Their wisdom might be ours. A steady step that finds an inner rhythm, a pilgrim's eye that

sees beyond the stars. They did not know his name, but still they sought him. They came from

otherware, but still they found. In temples they found those who sold and bought him,

but in the filthy stable, hallowed ground. Their courage gives our questing hearts a voice to

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