The Slave's Eyes

Here I am. As bond-servant to the men known as the Wise Ones I have travelled far and wide and seen many strange things. I have seen a mountain spew fire from its belly; I have seen the spirits dance in the northern sky; I have felt the Earth growl with hunger and shake with rage. But of all of these things nothing compares in any way with the awe I feel now.

I stand here in this humble house. There is a young man who looks at me and my masters apprehensively. Seated is a young woman who seems to be in as much awe as anyone here. But it is not the young couple, not my masters dressed in scarlet and gold, not even the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh that is the reason for the excitement here today.

It is the small child on the lap of the woman. He is mightier than the mountain, brighter than the sky, more powerful than the Earth itself. For he is Emmanuel, God is with us, God Incarnate. The king of heaven come to die for the slaves of Earth.