Christmas Pastoral

by Debra Lyn Menssen

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    They slept quietly that night,

    Fields of plump white pillows,

    Self-satisfied, well fed,

    Watched over by bright stars, clear sky,

    Good shepherd (also dozing).

    Then came the fire, the trumpets,

    Beasts scattering and bleating

    In a storm wilder than lightning.

    Shepherds fleeing, fainting,

    Finally kneeling to the light,

    To hear the song of angels

    Proclaim the new-come King

    Who knows no mighty castle,

    But instead comes to the stable

    To collect His scattered sheep.