Father, we saw a blazing star appear
from nowhere! My son, have you been drinking?
We cowered, shocked shepherds, then knelt in fear!
My son, now it’s clear: you must be stinking.
An archangel then appeared before us!
My boy, you surely are delirious.
Virtues stood with him and sang in chorus!
Jessica, his sickness is serious!
Go find a physician! The angel said
a savior child is born in Bethlehem.
We went to see him, no longer afraid!
Wait! Who is “we?” I, Mered and Abram!
What! You just walked away and left the sheep?
My son! My boy! Oh, Yahweh, how I weep!
Roger Armbrust
December 1, 2010
