The Lamb

I held the newborn lamb,

Caressed its matted wool,

Damp from birth.

Tentatively, a small pink tongue

Searched my hand for sustenance,

But I had not one thing of worth.

I knelt there, emptying my mind,

Letting darkness enfold me.

Absentmindedly, my fingers stroked

The lamb’s soft coat.

My heavy head dropped wearily.

Afraid to sleep, I raised my eyes,

Marveling at the wondrous lights.

Suddenly, the stars exploded!

Each light expanded,

Became alive!

So brilliant, my eyes were blinded!

The Beings filled the heavens with song

And swept me up in winged arms.

My feet, hardly touching the ground,

Were hastened toward a little town.

The tiny lamb, still in my arms,

bleated plaintively.

These angels led me to a shed,

Hardly more than sticks and hay.

Then, before I turned around,

They’d fled!

The silence took my breath away.

Overcome with awe, I sighed,

And knelt before another Lamb.