Myrrh Durance

You braved
this lagniappe
 Magi bestowed
oh aromatic
infant; Persian
stable-fawned
and covered
in future
red-brown
blood you
endured traitor vileness. When the crows flocked and the nails bit and the thorns stung and the lance thrust. Silver soldier orient star guided nothing but holy pain forsaken for death. Bitter is the wise water. Pungent is the archaic taste. Restrained by faith. Chested gold cheated treason coins but bought little but the smell
of frankincense
mixing resurrection
resins incensed
by ignorance
and magnificence
A long murder
road showered
in rotten alms but
 sweetly smelling
of painful release
Crossed in agony
but perfumed
in expectancy and
amaranthine fulfillment
even adorning
betrayal and deceit
spike-driven divine
enduring sins
washed and waiting
for the final high shadow
with hope mixed
with myrrh abiding
past bearings
ascending wisdom
eternally blessed
by the ultimate
gift giver