To the Shepherds

To the shepherds whose hearts bore some small, fragmented reflection of His own, He came— the good Shepherd, small and swaddled, given in a place where they would be welcome.

The Shepherds’ Watch (pt. 2)

The sky streams bright, a thousand streams of burnished, flashing light power vaster than the sea that dulls the brightest fireside in white and holy flame. – A voice that speaks, a mighty voice of bold encouragement: A Savior come to earth for us? Greater David, David’s town? a child-spark, a flame? – Now hosts […]

The Shepherds’ Watch

The sky looms dark–and deeply dark as here beneath we sit– blots of shadow wrapped in night and only lighting when we rise and walk to see the flame. – The sheep will go where I will go and follow comically, brushing up against my leg, trusting that I know the way to lead them […]