From the series: The Christmas Poems that I am working on at present.
The Shepherds – a narrative
It was like any other night in winter. We were alert. The predators are always hungry in these months. Lamb is always on their menu. The cold, froze our words. We were shivering and then we were still shivering but now in fear. Out of nowhere, well, the sky really, this amazing light shone. Day, in the middle of the night! Shivering, trembling, cowering. Paralysed. Nothing to hide behind – except sheep. Even Big Jacob was jelly! The bright being declared, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve come to give you news of the Christ – the Messiah.” It’s a baby! In Bethlehem! So we bolted for Bethlehem, The sheep could look after themselves, for a while. This news was too good to miss! We found a mum, dad and baby, by a feed trough, and somehow, as the mum, Mary showed the baby to us, we just knew, what the angel said was true. She held God in her hands! And our lives, and the world, Would never be the same again.