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Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh

Gold, frankincense and myrrh. . . . As Mary stands

Beside the Cross, those are the words that beat

Upon her brain, and make her clench her hands,

On Calvary, in noonday’s burning heat.

Gold, frankincense and myrrh. The Magi kneel

By simple shepherds all agog with joy,

And Angels praising God who doth reveal,

His love for men in Christ, the new born Boy.

Where now the incense? Where the kingly gold?

For Jesus only bitter myrrh and woe.

No kingly figure hangs here – just a son

In pain and dying. ...How shall Mary know

That with his sigh ‘’Tis finished,’ all is told;

Then – in that moment – Christ’s reign has begun?