Foretellings are double-faced,

mixing chance and cause

fact with belief.

Suppose they sought Herod --

the star beckons ambiguously;

they’re aliens, unused to

local customs, lacking immigrant

aid, court interpreters. Perhaps

they just stopped for a roadside

emergency, unaware

of the death decree: heralds

streamed from the palace

blaring the message in brass

and plumed helmets; the cloaked

gravid flight towards an ill-sited birth.

Let's say that’s the meaning:

orthodox gift-wrap is tinsel.

What’s holy is kindness --

the task then and now

to show up.