A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas...
THE SHEPHERDS
Shepherds
recline around the fire
Their long
day’s work is done
The air is
crisp, the sky is clear
they watch
the setting sun
The sheep
that grazed the fields by day
now safely
sleep nearby
Men each take
night-watch turns
to watch for wolves
and foxes, sly
They eat some
fish, some barley bread
drink water
from the well
draw woolen blankets
‘round them, snug
they
laugh and stories tell
Suddenly the
calm is stirred
by singing in
the sky
The shepherds
lift their drowsy heads
What’s
happening and why?
They can’t
believe their ears and eyes
for what they
hear and see…
a throng of
shining faces, wings
snow white
and fluttery!
The rugged
shepherds tremble
The angels chant,
“Do not fear…
We bring you
tidings of great joy
all people
need to hear
For unto you
is born this day
in little
Bethlehem—
swaddled in a
manger, Christ
The Savior of
all men!
Glory to God
in the highest!”
sweet angel
voices sing
“Peace on
earth, goodwill to men”
They proclaim the newborn King!
As the angels
take their leave
the men vow
in the morn
they’ll go to
Bethlehem and seek
The Christ, the
newly born
So with the
rising of the sun
each with his
staff and rod
the shepherds
with their sheep set off…
Their quest,
the Lamb of God
Arriving at
the humble place
the angels
sang about
they enter with
resounding praise
and
hallelujah shouts!
As the
shepherds kneel, adoring
a spotless
wooly lamb
approaches
the lowly manger
and gently
nuzzles the I Am
Maude Carolan
Pych
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