Susan LaffertyShepherd feet make paths. Up hills and through fields. As shepherds do what shepherds do.
Tending flocks. And keeping watch. Under sun and stars and moon. Alert for thieves and predators. Protecting the sheep.
And little do they know. Their ordinary feet are about to change. Into the extraordinary.
Beautiful feet.
Stepping out into early morning air. First breath of dawn. Stillness.
Sky somewhere between dark and light.
Not even visible. Yet. But all creation anticipates the all-out glory of what’s coming.
Streetlights dim. Even the moon and stars fade. At the certain, steady rise of God’s sun.
Full light of day is coming.
Star light. Star bright.
Catching the eyes of those who study night skies.
Radiance. Set apart. Outshining all the others.
Something unusual is going on. Beyond normal star patterns. And they mark the time of its appearing.
I look up in the early dark of winter sky. And think about those wise men long ago.
