The nations come to your light.
And Kings to your dawning brightness.
And yet often he seems tantalisingly out of sight.
As if it was too great , his very lightness.

Sometimes a  nagging depression  descends.
Of course we can go for a good walk.
We can realise that life doesn’t give, only lends.
Or we can meditate more and give up the talk.

But still like the Kings on a journey.
We seek a distant star .
The road twists and is all too thorny
We are like the three kings of Orient are.

Born is the King of Israel.
Let’s be content in the now, the future we cannot tell.

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When depression comes.
We can talk less and think more
And follow our star

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See Isaiah 60: 1-6