Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Bethlehem, A Longing


I wonder now in Bethlehem
as shepherds still tend sheep,
is the grass upon the hills
coarse beneath their feet
and do the shepherds search the sky
taking light from milk-swept stars
and start to hear a harmony,
a faint sweet sound, forgotten choir?
I wonder now these miles away
with all my concentration bent,
could I hear, too, a remnant play
across the generations sent
to those who would participate
in the Christ Child's birth, however late?

ⓒ 1996

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