Long Shepherds Poems
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Shepherds to valley
songbirds south
skiers to mountains
students to
books and mouse
seeds in earth
mother bear in rocks
life protected
from slashing wind
and ice
in belly of earth
resting to give birth
to spring songs
and fruits
perpetuating
cycle.
Starless sky
opaque
in shawl of white
wrapping
roofs and roads
in silence of the night
snow stars falling
on bells and forest pines
glittering coats
and scarfs
hurrying to the Light
Jesus' flame of love
melting hearts of ice
blooming spring
in winter
in all receptive hearts
silence of Sabbath
finetuning hearts
pruning sin and sickness
for marvel of rebirth.
God is to heart
as sun to the earth
from cold of winter
death God will resurrect
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-6/25/21
RHYME TIME III - CHRISTMAS
The unique shape of each frosty snowflake,
tapping on the window, as cookies bake.
I can smell the buttery sugar and Winter break,
Grandma’s batter creamed with sunny yolks.
Old-fashioned buggies arrive carrying folks.
The horses shake with bells and ladies’ cloaks,
as snow thickens on branches of old-timer oaks.
Broad smiling and busy hands, carrying platters -
turkey, ham, and fixings with holiday clatter.
Such a peaceful time where only love matters.
Blissful, ruddy faces with winsome chatter.
Kids tugging on Santa’s whiskers to test
if he is daddy or Uncle John. So blessed
by a red velvet bag, gifting the best,
and yet there in the crèche- a beloved guest.
All bow their heads for the thanksgiving prayer,
remembering the spirit of one so rare.
A star that led shepherds and magi to share
a moment with the savior, who created with care
the unique shape of each frosty snowflake.
12/12/2017
Laura Loo’s Rhyme Time III Contest
There was a glorious star, shining,
Bright in the heavens, piercing.
It lit up the night sky, like lightning,
Showing upon a village sight, conceiving.
All was calm, even the bustle from that great day,
For travelers who sought out their homeland pilgrimage,
Were worn out from their travels, of so far away.
Even a couple of Nazareth, looking for a place to stay.
Not far, and up on a hill where the sheep graze,
Was found a curiosity by these shepherds, with heads raised.
What a sight they did see in these midnight skies.
What did this mean, this holy light to their eyes?
Then came another light from above,
Growing brighter, filling all with peace and holy love.
At which occurrence commenced angelic singing,
Bringing the shepherds joy, as they began kneeling.
Over in this village, though not known to those around,
Was the source of this miracle, who made not a sound.
The birth of The King, the Savior of worlds renown,
Unto us in a lowly manger, the meekest circumstances around.
The lost would be found, and the beggar, not turned down.
Many of the pure worship him, as the One True King.
He brings exaltation to all who follow Him, earnestly.
His is the only way, He saves, and brings peace.
He is our exemplar, glorious, and most excellent reward!
Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!
He brings us eternal life by His side!
Alleluia, for coming down, on our saving night!
Humble beginnings, a stable, for there was no room in a home.
A star in the East foretold the Savior’s birth, to shepherds who roam.
They followed the star, and knelt at the babe’s sweet tiny baby feet.
Both father’s standing guard, and his mother Mary, a little bit beat.
Little Lord Jesus, named by His Father in Joseph’s foretelling dream,
As magical as the cosmos had shown in slumber’s moonbeam.
An essence about him that projected out from the unassuming hay.
Born in an animal stable, on what is now known as Christmas Day.
A reverent hush fell in Bethlehem that wonderful soul-searching night.
Residing animals were quiet. Their silence reflecting Our Savior’s light.
Three Wise men understood the prophecy, and followed that star.
Had traveled a long time, but felt it was worth it in the end, not so far.
Shepherds were holding lost baby sheep in their arms that sacred night.
Paying the ultimate shepherd respect; a fabulous, telling sight.
Mary did not question it as people came to pay their respects.
Joseph smiled as others gave a quick tiny reverent genuflect.
With birth of Baby Jesus, God brought a promise to the world that night.
“Peace on earth, good will to men,” told by angel, most welcome sight.
World was changed in that stable in that manger, by God’s only Son.
He is our Messiah, Immanuel, the hope of the future, truly the only One.
Sing We Now of Christmas
Sing we now of Christmas the faithful come – angels sing -
Drummer boy on bended knee before the winter rose now blooming;
Sing we now of Christmas with masters of the hall –
God rest ye merry gentlemen and herald angels all;
Sing we now of Christmas in silent little Bethlehem town
Wondering what child is this when morning bells abound;
Sing we now of Christmas – Noel, Noel - the first Noel -
As once in royal David’s city with friendly beasts the story tell;
Sing we now of Christmas for a star up in the sky
Shepherds as they watched their flocks – three kings marching by.
Sing we now of Christmas on holy nights and midnights clear
The Christ child in a manger stall – joy to the world far and near;
12-21-20
Contest: Christmas Rhymes Only 8-12 Lines
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Though winter seems to come later
And later these years
Often now
Not until February
The snow inevitably arrives
And the trees become bent over
Shrinking in height
Growing long beards
Leaning
On a staff
Of wind from the north
Old shepherds
Tending to and kneading
The icy fleece of their flock
And so many other creatures
On their last leg
Are out there
Sinking as well
Tempted to believe
I’ve made it this far
Maybe just maybe…
But no
Lo
There are no more twigs
Or thorns
From which to miserably nibble
To sustain the movement of bones
And flow of blood
Until the tulips curl from the underworld
And a clap of thunder
Draws ice from the rivers
To an opened lake of sun
No
There is always that winter
From which some
Shall not emerge.
shepherds of the Lord demand unity
a voice through the written word came to say
tied to a lone garment of destiny
an eloquent plea for equality
scraps of paper led us to change and prayer
shepherds of the Lord demand unity
from a mountaintop we could see clearly
and what we saw brought us here today
tied to a lone garment of destiny
a clergy of scorn spurred our majesty
freedom penned within a Birmingham jail
shepherds of the Lord demand unity
through clubs, through canines, through fire hoses, we
stood audacious and forever became
tied to a lone garment of destiny
hatred set our minds and millions more free
as our children now enter the foray
shepherds of the Lord demand unity
tied to a lone garment of destiny
September 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Amos 1-5
Key Verse – Amos 1:2 And he said, The LORD will roar from Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem; and the habitations of the shepherds shall mourn, and the top of Carmel shall wither.
FAITH IN GOD WHO UTTERS HIS VOICE OF TRUTH
God utters His voice of truth for our wisdom
Always clear surpassing earthly stardom
To teach us in prioritizing, by faith, His kingdom
While we serve Him without boredom.
God utters His voice of truth for our learning
Always timely against humanistic philosophy’s gaining
To lead us in treasuring, by faith, His precepts of divine reigning
While we seek Him for our spiritual winning.
God utters His voice of truth for our discipleship
Always right toward our fruitful stewardship
To nurture us in increasing, by faith, with His partnership
While we obey Him, following His leadership.
God utters His voice of truth for our ministry-involvement
Always inspiring midst His Scriptural encouragement
To drive us in continuing, by faith, midst our mission-engagement
While we cleave to Him with sincere commitment.
God utters His voice of truth for our servanthood direction
Always assertive against pride, selfishness and deception
To uphold us in soulwinning, by faith, with Holy Spirit’s function
While we depend on Him toward our effective transformation.
God utters His voice of truth for our victory
Always triumphant that lifts us up from sinfulness-misery
To help us in sharing, by faith, His Gospel story
While we praise Him, exalting His name for His glory.
God utters His voice of truth for our prayerful plight
Always comforting that cheers us toward divine flight
To propel us in going on, by faith, with His might
While we trust Him, fellowshipping under His light.
September 22, 2025
Oh Lord and mighty Savior
I sing in your name praise be
In honor to you King of Israel
who takes away the sins of this world
Star of all stars Bethlehem
shining salvation loves light
purity in the scriptures fulfilled
proclaiming him blessed Holy One
A messenger singing Heavenly
an angel in praise to king of kings
In peace and good deeds God's only son
Blessed born his Immaculate heart
Conceived of the Holy Spirit Lord
Almighty Holiness in your council
one of understanding happy birthday
Our shepherd born salvation leads his flock
Faraway in the distance
three wise kings following sign
A diamond star they followed
light of truth born shone in a manger
As they entered bowing bearing gifts
Gold worshiping the Almighty king
Myrrh most precious bitter herb of the east
Frankincense to perfume our Holy One
The shepherds came as an angel sang out
Heavenly song in gentle melody
singing born today is our savior child
praise eternities revelations tune
O most Gracious Lord Jesus
I bow humble inside meek
happy birthday oh master
our savior Almighty King
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