by Artist Eye
I am thinking again about that rough crew of shepherds racing across a strangely lit lawn. Whether incredulous or dull, each one of them was very especially summoned. Whether they were family men or single, most of them surely knew knew each of their sheep by name. Each one was offered an insight. Who wouldn’t smile at the birth of a child; and a poor one at that, not unlike one of their own. Each of them stopping and catching their breath, with or without their own great expectations. Each one offered a moment by the Greatest of Lovers to cheat their despair.