Shepherds shake off your drowsy sleep;
up and leave your silly sheep!
Seek the Virgin and her child
(oh so holy, oh so mild).
Lift the monstrance up on high;
contemplate his drawing nigh.
Lost in dazzlement with your gold
ignore the wolves amongst your fold.
Wolves come in to feed the flock
(the door’s ajar, without a lock).
Teach them ‘love’ and touch them up;
snare them with your poisoned cup.
No need to cover up your trails,
(blind shepherds do not hear their wails).
Put on your coat of innocent fleece;
your ravening joy need never cease.
But what is this? The Virgin bold
is not in Heaven with your gold.
She stalks your greed with eyes of steel;
her child condemns your terrible meal.
Tremble in your cowardly shoes;
zip your flies, burn the clues.
The woman and child will seek you out
Expose your nakedness, kick you out!
Rosina Elston
Were you affected by the floods?
No. We are a good five miles or so from the coast. Thanks for asking.
Good. I did send a prayer up anyway yesterday for you.
Thank you.