Friday, October 27, 2017

On the hills, a revelation

On the hills, a revelation,

When the summer wanes
And the autumn passes by
Winter when is about to set in,
On the hills how is it to find
Flock of sheep grazing like cottony furry things,

They remind me how far away
From the crowd and din
Once on the hills of Bethlehem
The great shepherd took his flock
And letting them grazing
Sat on a hillock watching the beauty of the day,
The trees , the scent of flowers,
The sweet murmur of stream-
How they kept him soothed
Making him realise life
Which can be really wonderful
Bereft of all that could cause a stir,

Instead he just sat like a sage
And being struck by the wonder
Admired with his heart
What he saw and felt ,
At that moment perhaps
He inched towards that reflection
In his mind, mirroring nature's  perfection,
And sang glory to God
Who with utmost care
Created the place,

Then perhaps he became
What he was destined to be,
The shepherd great,

Then perhaps he knew it sure
What is it to feel and see
Beauty of epiphany.


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