What If He Didn’t Come?
By Laijon Liu (20081106)
What if He didn’t come?
I’d never dare to think.
Would Jordan still be clean?
For cleansing of right or wrong?
Would baby’s eye ever blink?
The purest light of heaven?
Burdened exile sitting in a stable,
And accompanied by cattle and hay.
At deep night would they sing?
Their happy hymn and psalm?
…
Empty manger, two pale faces,
And cattle stopped chewing hay.
Gloomy sky without starlights,
Vast plain stretch’d into valley.
Shepherds calling for their sheep,
And wind whistled with his grief.
About Me
- Laijon Liu
- I am a lazy person and love traveling so much, so I often read other people's travel journal and post. Poetry, the creative process of images, thoughts, sound and feeling is my obsession.