AFTER LIGHT

AFTER LIGHT

By Linda Hyde

“Whom seek ye?”
“Jesus of Nazureth.”
“I am he.”

(Wise men still seek Him)

“Where is he that is born King
Of the Jews?
For we have seen his star in the East
And are come to worship him.”

“Whom seek ye?”
"Jesus of Nazureth."
"I am he."

The Great I Am.
They fall back before such majesty,
Those servants of the dark
Who come out as against a thief,
With swords and staves.

“Whom seek ye?”

“Let us now go,” said the shepherds,
And see this thing which is come to pass.”
And they found the babe,
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
And lying in a manger.

Herod said, “Go and search diligently for the young child;
And when ye have found him, bring me word again,
That I may come and worship him also.”

“Whom seek ye?”

“Betrayest thou the Son of Man
With a kiss?”

“Whom seek ye?”

For light or for darkness -
We all seek Him,
To follow, to become Like -
Or to destroy, to make
Nothing.

Be not mistaken:
The Prince of Darkness seeks Him
With fangs bared.

Lord, let not anger turn me
From the Light;
Let not pride make of me
A servant of the dark.

"Woman, why weepest thou?
Whom seekest thou?"

May I say,
Always and ever:

"Lord, Thee."