Door Ajar – Salalah, Dhofar, Oman – Arabia Felix
Gifts for the King
The men from the East see the star halting
Over the place where the Christ Child lies.
Their long journey seemingly at an end;
His just beginning.
They present their costly gifts
To the Child King.
“Look at me!” Gold boldly proclaims,
“I am indeed a gift fit for a King”.
Frankincense speaks slowly and deliberately,
“To benefit from me you have to burn me:
You can’t keep me forever like my brother, Gold.
My scent, however, lingers much longer than my fire.”
Only Myrrh is left to speak.
She quietly whispers but three words:
“Suffering
And tears”.
Joseph takes a live ember from off the fire
And places it in a pot of clay.
Mary chooses a tear of golden frankincense
And sits it carefully on the red hot coal.
Thick curls of heavy smoke
Wind slowly from the glowing coal.
Sizzling, melting, boiling
Yet smelling exotically divine.
The Magi bow low
And withdraw from the sacred scene,
Taking the fragrance with them,
Their new assignment just beginning.
Ross Hayden © 2001 Salalah, Sultanate of Oman
Though the fig tree does not blossom… (Dhofar, Oman)
A man in his mid-thirties came to one of my photo exhibitions in Salalah, Oman…
He said he knew this tree well. I asked him to explain. He said that as a boy of 8 in the early 1980s he used to look after his father’s cows in the area. At that time this tree was alive and provided him with shade.
“What kind of tree is it?”, I asked.
He replied, “A fig tree.”
This photo encourages me in my belief that if we put our trust in the right place then times of shortage will be followed by times of plenty.
Arabia Felix (Happy Arabia)
As you read through the history and stories I’ve recorded here, and see the photos, I trust that you too will feel some positive vibes from this lovely corner of the Middle East.