THE FOURTH WISE MEN

When I saw her shaking hands, burnt, desperately asking for help, I forgot about myself. I forgot about my journey. I just had to help.

And when I finished helping the old lady, I saw a man healing her son. When we looked at each other, I felt we had known each other for ages. I recognized him. He was one of the Three. His face was so profound and mysterious that I couldn’t tell from it if he knew that I meant to join them.

I decided to look for my belongings before introducing myself. And when I went back to where I slept, I found a beautiful newborn inside a basket. There was no sight of its parents. He was abandoned right there between my clothes, and I knew. I knew that my destiny was in front of me. I never made it. I couldn’t join them. But I felt that the Son of God was everywhere.