The Lamb
“And suddenly there was with the angel a heavenly host saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” ~ Luke 2:14
The lamb looks up and sees a light, a star
Or something heavenly, a highness like
A lamb’s best dreams. He thinks he hears a far
Off voice. The star is bladelike with a spike
Gashing towards the lamb. This star is sharp
Like winter air, more lance-like than the form
Of icicles. A sound like breaking harp
Strings pierces night-time. Voices spreading warm
Across the hills speak something that the lamb
Cannot discern. He snuggles up against
His mother, baaas, “I will not be a ram.”
He feels a threat, a menace, cold, condensed.
..The shepherds lead him to a shed. He sees
..A troubled scene. He stumbles to his knees.
~ Phillip Whidden
