Four Advent Poems. II: Who Wants to be a Shepherd?

No one ever wanted to be a shepherd
Just outside Bethlehem on the night watch
Except on one night, when shepherds;
Heard harmonies never heard before;
Saw every angel in Heaven in force;
Met God’s only-begotten son
On the first day his tiny lungs
Drew in the air of our sinful world;
Touched the love of God unfurled.
On that one night, being a shepherd
Just outside Bethlehem on the night watch
Was the greatest job in the world.

Here is my poem for the second week of advent, focused on the anticipation of Jesus’ birth and the angelic visit to the shepherds. The poem for the first week is here.

(Photo Credit: Liesel on Wikimedia Commons)