Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

Shepherd Boy

Someone is waiting for you,
young shepherd boy--
somewhere far and away from
where hatreds grind.
Can you think on that fateful
night when you first saw the
brightest star shining above you?
Were you dreaming of a
sleeping babe long into the
clear night when even oxen
kept time to cradle the chosen
one?
The flock soon melted with the
countryside, I would think,
as you predicted something
so great as the coming Messiah
who would claim to save us all.
Did you smile to linger in his
glory, finding your bearings
and knowing it was all too true
that sins would be forgiven
in the coming years.
Up in the trees, birds nestled
nursing their own, as the
babe in the manager lay sleeping
for Mary had managed
a royal birth.
It was--
the star of Bethlehem
shining,
shining,
shining so brightly as you
beckoned to call for Him.
You wanted him to be rescued
from harm, kept safe in a
lowly stable more than anything
else.
Young blessed boy, may you be
at peace to find love and joy
and comfort as your own grow to
feather life's baubles.
Angel in disquise, when your
life flashes before you each
year at Christmas, know that you
recognized the son of God, most
holy in a star above you.