Christmas Snow
Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
And then,exactly
“Between the wars”,it stopped.
Now we know there is no “Between the wars”.
Then who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned.
It's closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs it's there,
Nor for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Jew.
Where would He go today
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2015
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