An alien greeted those shepherds that night.
The night so dark it was clear,
From that light shone, like, broad daylight,
That something unusual was near!
“Go to the village! A barn you will find,”
“Cannot miss it! A light you will see…”
A barn, yes, a barn, a stable in kind
The site of the nativity!
“Wake up! Get moving!” They obeyed in fear!
Odiferous it would seem!
The stable they saw and slowly drew near,
They worshipped, immediately clean!
Yes, shepherds they were, my how the word spread!
A barn? Yes, a stable, of course!
No! Not the palace a horrible thought!
A stable! Like, cows and a horse!
Their nostrils were clear. No odor repelled.
The Savior greeted their eyes!
Sweet smell of salvation! No odor repelled.
Kneeling they wept, no surprise!
Just awe at the thought that they could contend,
Great Kings, the Sovereign left out!
Shepherds, the humble, how could they pretend?
Yes! Something to shout about!
Sam Cox 1.26.05