We were walking with friends
behind their Minnesota farmhouse,
fields of cornstubble stretching to the winter gray horizon.
Suddenly from under our feet-
a heart stopping flash –
all feathers and noise and wings,
a vision of gold calling in alarm.
With our pulses pounding,
we watched the pheasant disappear.
We laughed at our fear
and marveled at the beauty and wonder
of what we had seen.
This must be what the shepherds felt
in a field a long time ago,
when they flushed
a covey of angels.
***This is a poem written many years ago but still one of my favorites. May you be surprised by joy and wonder during this Christmas season – K
A lovely reminder of Grace in the midst of fear and turmoil and how blessed we are. Thanks for sharing, my friend. May you be blessed in this season of Light and Love with the Spirit of Christmas and the Joy of another Year.
Thank you, dear Gary. Wishing a beautiful season for you and yours.