more about those crazy shepherds. a poem.

the sheepherders,
invisible ones,
boy did they throw a party and
dance
a jig under the moonlight
back home on their rolling terrain
swollen
like the breast of the virgin girl
who nursed the
Savior
inky eyes still glistening
wet from Heaven.
well then
you’d have a hullabaloo too
if you’d set sight on that fire lit scene
and knelt on the afterbirth of
Truth.

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Luke 2:19 (TMV)
“…The sheepherders returned and let loose, glorifying and praising God for everything they had heard and seen. It turned out exactly the way they’d been told!”

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