Barren Hills

The mood was not tranquil 

as camels journeyed barren

Earth across sands of time.

A low moan, as hooves sank

with each calculated step.


Dull was the night’s skyline 

except for the Star afar off

making long shadows stretch

silhouettes from day’s treks,

as royalty ranted atop roof.


Another moan… in child birth

tucked away in manage stall,

gave way to joyful moments;

the awaited Babe had come!

Bringing Light to man’s darkness.


The Earth even now cries out in

need of hope, as fear clutches

lives of men. Yet that Light

waits for journeyed men whose

shadows still surface in the sand.

“Man is like a breath;

His days are like a passing shadow.”

Psalm 144:4
Almost a first timer at this site. Thanks to kim881 whose post encouraged me. I couldn’t pass up the prompt at


  1. Ingrid says:

    If that hope was ever needed, it was needed now. A beautiful poem of Christmas.


  2. sdtp33 says:

    Lovely poem, I like that link between the two “moans…skillfully done!


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thank you. I’m glad you found the parallel


  3. memadtwo says:

    The earth is crying indeed. The light is much needed. (K)


  4. Brendan says:

    The spirit is augmented–no-called–by barren hills Great Advent poem and I love that last line! Thanks for visiting earthweal! – Brendan


  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Lovely to see you at earthweal, Patricia. Beautiful poem. You took me to the desert; I could see the dark sky. We are more in need of hope than we have ever been, I believe. Thanks for this beautiful poem.


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thanks Sherry… the grandkids and I still howl every once in awhile 😆


  6. erbiage says:

    Great stuff Patricia

    Sent from my iPhone



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