THE KING IS BORN


The moon glistens
On the crisp, white snow
The sound from a barn owl
Collecting his family 

White mist proves
I am breathing and alive
As I stand quietly 
With my camera

The noise from people
The sounds of tires humming
Make me realize
The joy in this moment

A snowflake  and then more
Sprinkles down on my hair
I smile as my tongue reaches
Out and catches one by one

It makes me feel
As I can get not much closer
To the baby  who was
Born of a virgin

How serene and spectacular 
That in the calm of the night
Our King was born
Much like a night like tonight.

Written  by , 
Terry  Shepherd 
December  2015

Thank-you  for  reading 

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