In that region,
shepherds lived,
watching over flocks
in fields.
On that night,
in those fields,
an angel standing
startled shepherds.
The angel spoke,
to calm their fear
with good news
of great joy for all.
A baby born
in David’s town,
your long awaited hope
he is: Messiah! See!
Go find the child,
wrapped up tight,
lying in a manger.
A multitude - a
sudden multitude
of singing, praising,
angels - Glory be
to Holy One, and peace
be known on earth.
A silence - a sudden,
still and shocking
silence fell
among the shepherds.
Then urgency, we
must go - now -
to Bethlehem, to find
this hope, this child.
On that night
Shepherds left
their fields, their
flocks, and flew
Into town in a flurry
Then fell to silence,
Once again,
at the foot
of a newborn’s bed.
Mary heard,
Joseph heard,
everyone awake
heard the shepherd’s tale.
Angels and singing,
shock and running,
silence and awe and wonder.
Mary took the shepherd’s
story like treasure
to enfold
in her heart.
Back to the flocked
fields the shepherds
floated home:
such excitement
they’d known in that
region, on that startling,
hope-filled night.
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