24 December – The watching

Watching for the star to shine the way again,
watching over sheep in the cold night rain,
watching for the silhouette of Bethlehem’s gate,
watching for dusk to dawn tomorrow’s date.

Riding across distant deserts to purposefully seek a King,
sitting out late on the hills, interrupted as angels sing,
labouring next to animals for the transformation of everything,
walking by the river, wondering what gift I can bring.

All the world caught up in backdrop to the story,
nothing too normal to be a stage set for glory,
nature tuned to prelude in prophetic preparatory
for one tiny infant to rewrite the whole of history.