The warm evening breeze
nudges the dry grass
and encourages the ceder leaves
to whisper.
The stars seem closer
softer and more familiar.
And the moon
full-faced and smiling.
The hill is crested
and the flock rejoined.
Silence falls
and soon companions sleep.
But I lie awake
remembering angels.
This shall be a sign unto you.
We sought and found him.
A baby
wrapped in swaddling cloths
and lying in a manger.
