What it doesn't say

Kay Weed

When I read what it says
I see what it doesn’t say.
And I pause to prayerfully ponder.

I see it says
she brought forth her firstborn son,
and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.
Simply says what she does.
Sounds gentle.

Doesn’t say she was sad.
Perhaps she saw
the perfect place prepared,
for, in perfection, there’s no room
for imperfection.
Is she singing a new song of nativity?
A simple song of infinite harmony?
I humbly, prayerfully ponder.

It says
there came wise men . . .
I see it doesn’t say “three.”
Could it mean . . . even . . . me?

I see it doesn’t say “king.”
Is it saying the meek thought’s the wise thing?
The meek thought that doesn’t stop
but follows the light,
trusting the light
rejoicing in the light.

It says
they opened their treasures . . .
The wise men “opened” their treasures!
Could it be treasures found in the light?
In the light
I find treasures abound,
and I celebrate, too—
the pure radiance of Truth,
sweet lavishing Love,
the vibrant permanence of Life—
bestowed in the light
in the brightness of us
today.

I pause in awe to praise
what I feel when I read what it says.

See Luke 2:7; Science and Health, p. 424; Matthew 2:1, 11.

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