The years are many since that radiant night
And yet how often I recall the bright
And glory -shining wonderment that stirred
Within the older shepherds' every word!
"Come, let us go to Bethelehem," they said
"And see the Child within the manger bed."
"But there are many stables in the town
Of Bethelhem," I said as hurrying down
A hill, we walked the rough night darkened road.
The oldest shepherd touched my arm.
"The God who sent the angel will show
Our eager feet the path they are to go."
I am the oldest shepherd now. Oh, when
I sense anxiety within younger men,
And fearfulness, I tell about the way
We found the manger where the young Child lay,
And they grow calm. But how I wish they might
Have heard the angels that long - vanished night!
Grace V. Watkins
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