On the long trek to the barn The snow crunches under my feet From somewhere in the trees A hoot owl gives it's mournful cry The sweet smell of hay greets me as I open the door
The new calf is up and nursing, a worry no more As I step back out my breath appears in a cloud of stem, It's a night of beauty, a moment to dream
Stars twinkle in a crisp, clear sky Prompting me to wonder again "Why? Why?" God chose to have His Holy Son born in a barn, laid of hay
When He with such divine power had the choice of any way Did he plan that the keepers of lowly cattle and sheep Be the first believers of the gift of the babe asleep?
For the angels led the herdsmen On their long way To the precious, tiny child swaddled in rags and hay I began to hum "Silent Night" as I follow the pathway So thankful for all of god's gifts, born in the hay.
there is something special about finding yourself somewhere deep in the night and stopping to soak it all in. those are moments to cherish, i could just imagine you standing there in the peace of the night - pausing..... an inspiring moment ROS...
niah9Auckland, New ZealandDec 1, 2010
A truly beautiful poem, and I can sense your feeling of well-being, and peace that surrounds you...a true Christmas message...thanks for sharing Readerofsouls....Niah
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an inspiring moment ROS...
I do a lot of pausing at night, just appreciating, taking it all in.Breathing in the scents of the barn, a merely lowly stable. Peace reigns here. :)