Art And Music | Christmas | Humility | Incarnation | Poetry

THE SHEPHERD SPEAKS
Out of the midnight sky a great dawn broke,
And a voice singing flooded us with song.
In David’s city was He born, it sang,
A Saviour, Christ the Lord. Then while I sat
Shivering with the thrill of that great cry,
A mighty choir a thousandfold more sweet
Suddenly sang, Glory to God, and Peace —
Peace on the earth; my heart, almost unnerved
By that swift loveliness, would hardly beat.
Speechless we waited till the accustomed night
Gave us no promise more of sweet surprise;
Then scrambling to our feet, without a word
We started through the fields to find the Child. John Erskine

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