Shepherds Watch Original

The night was still. A crisp wind whispered through the hills, stirring the dry grass as three shepherds huddled around a dim fire, their faces lined with the weariness of long nights spent under the open sky. Their sheep lay scattered on the hillside, silent and undisturbed.

Then, it appeared.

At first, it was just another star, a faint glimmer against the velvet expanse of the Heavens. But as the moments passed, it grew brighter, pulsing like a heartbeat in the sky. It was unlike anything they had ever seen; vast, radiant, alive. It bathed the land in a silver glow, casting long shadows over the hills, turning the ordinary into something sacred.

The youngest shepherd, barely more than a boy, gasped. "Do you see it?" His voice trembled, caught between wonder and fear.

The older men said nothing at first, only gazing upward, their breath stolen by the majesty of it. One of them, hands calloused from years of labor, clutched his staff tighter, as though grounding himself to the earth would keep him from floating into the mystery unfolding above them.

"This is no ordinary star," another murmured. "It calls to something deep within me."

And it did. The light did not merely shine; it reached out, as if whispering to their very souls. It was a beckoning, a promise, a revelation.

One by one, they rose, their exhaustion forgotten, their burdens lifted by something they could not name. There was an urgency now, an unspoken understanding that this was a moment meant to be pursued. They did not know where the star would lead, but something within them whispered that they must go.

So gathering their cloaks around them, with hearts pounding and hands trembling, they took their first steps toward the unknown, toward the promise shimmering in the night sky—a light that would change the world forever.

"Shepherds Watch"

12x12" acrylic on canvas. 2025.