We were taken
by surprise
when the light broke.
Blinded and afraid
we cowered
and the poor
sheep fled
into the hollow.
“Do not be afraid”
the angel said.
But we could
not help it
and we could not
follow the flock
that had forsaken us.
So we just stood by
in white light
and trembled hearing
the angel trumpet
his good tidings.
And then we too
like scattering sheep
fled among the hills
of Bethlehem.
Until we came to
the place where
the Child lay.
John, I really like that poem! I see your point about having to see it rather than just hear it. I like the pieces, like a mosaic. Do it again.
Thanks, Lee. It’s always a pleasure to be in your company.