Alan Bullard: Hillside Carol

Alan Bullard (b. 1947)

We stood on the hills, our day’s work done, watching the frosted meadows that winter had won. The evening was calm, the air so still, silence and restful peace enfolded the hill. There was a bright star, that shone in the night, larger than Venus it was and bright, so bright. A voice from the sky to us did say:  God is now born to us on earth today. And so we have come, our day’s work done, our loves, our hopes, ourselves we give to your son. (anon.)