The magi courageously chose to come to Christ. In 1927, the poet T. S. Eliot made the same choice. But in all such seeking, some things must die.

Journey of the Magi
by T. S. Eliot

‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels . . .

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From the Ariel Poems poetry pamphlet Series
(Faber & faber,1927)