Pround Worshiping

Like the wind rushing
through the leaves
on the trees.
I feel it's power
gather in the East.
I cannot go
against my heart.
We were here first.
Then the blessed Babe came.
Our Magi came with gifts for Him.
And peace was on Earth.
But what of us?
Where did we go?
To the mountains where
we weaved spells with
each of the elements.
We love the Babe.
Proof of a Creator.
Bless us oh Wise One.

copyright © Karen Elizabeth Waters 2011