"Shepherds"
We were sent seeking--and this, I know,
is hard to believe--
by a sky filled with angels.
Sent seeking to find,
what? An infant?
One newly born,
lying in a manger.
So this we sought.
Who were we to refuse
the imperatives of heaven?
And we found the child,
the town being small
and his cry easily heard
on the breezes of a silent night.
We gazed, standing awkwardly,
intruders in an intimate space.
We glimpsed no further amazement.
You, had you been there,
would have discerned nothing
unusual or remarkable.
But we saw something more.
We beheld a baby with news
ringing in our ears.
