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A Drifter
A drifter appeared, over the rise
Listening, to a distant baby’s cries
Puzzling, as he stood, in the night air
Wondering at the shining star, hanging there
Over the stable, just outside of town
Shepherds passed him, on their way down
He contemplated, all the interest shown
In the mere birth, of a child unknown
And he felt hope, for the first time….
A drifter appeared, over the rise
Listening, to the distant wailing cries
Puzzling as he stood, in the evening air
Wondering at the man, nailed to a cross there
On a mount, just outside of town
Mourners passed him, on their way down
He contemplated, all the interest shown
In the mere death, of a man to him unknown
And he felt peace, for the first time….