Starlight Converse
Youth they were, abiding in the fields,
Camporee-like, far from the tense city,
Ears young enough to hear angels sing,
Hearts enough like ours to be "sore afraid."
Youth they were, for only youth would say,
"Let's go!"
And didn't they have something to go for!
Was it because they had paused to wonder,
To yearn wistfully for the Unknown,
To savor a heart-longing for God's gift?
Lord, so let us wait beneath our starlit sky,
Abiding with "shepherds," humble folk,
Hearts athrill with a divine expectation,
Ears attuned to infinite Melody.
O Lord!
Is a heavenly Gift near?
Is the Latter Rain, like the Birth at Bethlehem
Something only "youth" will see?
Copyright © 2009 by Robert J. Wieland.
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