Tabitha’s Carol
by Bernard Pearson
Across a burning Arabian Sky
A flock of weary sheep go by.
The men who were in charge of them
Have made their way to Bethlehem.
An angel now flies low on guard,
For when the journey gets too hard
His beating wings begin to cool the air
And warn the hungry beast beware.
Then as the lambs all begin to bleat
From underneath their mother’s feet,
The angel sings a gentle lullaby,
For holy night is drawing nigh.
As the sheep have reached their field,
The truth at once can be revealed:
A baby born on that Christmas Eve,
The Messiah in whom all can believe.
When the shepherds returned in joy
From marveling at that little boy,
All knew that from that moment on
The light of love within them shone.
About the Poet
Bernard Pearson’s work appears in over one hundred publications worldwide, including Aesthetica Magazine and The Edinburgh Review. In 2017, a selection of his poetry, ‘In Free Fall,’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019, he won second prize in The Aurora Prize (Poetry). He has also recently published two novels.
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Image: “The Adoration of the Shepherds,” by Lorenzo Lotto. Public Domain.
