Christmas Pastoral

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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.