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Like Magi, You Have Come . . . .
by Sandra Lynn Price (Hurricane Katrina Survivor)
First we waited . . .
Waited for the waters to recede and the highways to be cleaned,
Waited for the ice and water and MREs,
Waited for the gasoline and electricity,
for toilets that flush,
for fresh water from a glass
right out of our own taps.
We waited . . .
Surrounded by huge fallen trees blocking our flooded houses,
Or shocked by lonely slabs where house and trees once stood,
Sickened by the stench of sardine cans, burst open,
standing in Gulf water,
our favorite jeans reeking of mold,
our precious books, soaked, rotting,
the stash of shrimp in the freezer reeking.
Fearing snakes, the squatters in our homes.
Our little girl’s baby dolls and our little boys’ silver trucks
washed into the Gulf.
Stunned, grieving, helpless, we waited -
never before helpless, helpless now.
Then you came.
Like Magi you came,
Journeying far,
Bringing gifts to the One who said,
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
A steady stream, you came.
Bringing gold and frankincense and myrrh
In the form of ice and water and casseroles,
Gasoline, generators, baby wipes, diapers,
Charged power lines and blue electric boxes
White pipe and purple plumbers glue.
You sent hand-made quilts and shawls, tea towels and purple bath towels, sheets
and Birkenstocks, jeans and tennis shoes,
coats of many colors, washers and dryers, treasured books,
chairs and sofas, money and food and gift cards to refurnish our lives, art works
created in love.
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
Still you come, bringing gifts to the Carpenter,
Wearing and gloves and boots,
Wielding crow bars, hammers, screw drivers, and love.
Tearing out walls and insulation, cabinets and carpets.
You’ve demolished our rotting houses.
Hauling to the debris piles on the street
our beds, chairs, sofas, fridges, stoves, freezers,
washers, dryers, clothes, and endless papers of our lives.
You’ve replaced our walls and roofs, changed our wiring,
painted our walls,
Hearing the words of the Teacher beating the drums of your hearts:
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
You’ve come with gloved hands and tender vigilant eyes,
Searching diligently for our treasures amid the rubble and debris.
Reverently you have brought your finds to us,
Knowing each shared of our lives is precious, scared treasure.
You’ve sanitized our dishes and our wooden furniture;
Carefully packed what could be saved.
You’ve restored our wicker.
You’ve planted flowers t bring us joy.
You’ve looked at us with looks of love.
You’ve hugged us with affection,
Serving the Shepherd who cares for His flock.
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
Like Magi you’ve come bearing gifts
To the strong and the weak,
To the rich and the poor,
To the virile and the frail,
To the educated and the wise,
To the fearful and the brave,
To the numb and the confused,
To all of us brought to our knees
in tearful gratitude,
The words of the Healer echoing in your hearts:
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
You’ve brought the Hope of Advent,
The loving works of the Carpenter,
The living lessons of the Teacher,
The gentle care of the Shepherd
The transforming Grace of our Healer,
The looks of love of Christ.
You have brought Resurrection.
Freely you have given; may you freely receive.
May you know the depth of gratitude we feel.
May you overflow with the Grace, Hope, Joy, Love,
you have brought to us.
Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these,
you have done it unto me.
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