On Christmas Eve around midnight, the sheep, wherever they are, all rise in quiet unison and fixate on a star. And if I find the flock intent and standing all around, I listen for the heavenly host above their throaty sound.
On Christmas Eve around midnight, the sheep, wherever they are, all rise in quiet unison and fixate on a star. And if I find the flock intent and standing all around, I listen for the heavenly host above their throaty sound.