Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against our hedge,
Watching 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,
But, “between the wars”,it stopped.
Now we know there is no “between the wars”.
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
Not for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour.
Where would He go today?
How my heart sings 