The Lord Is My Shepherd

“Do you see this, O God?”
                         –Laertes

He stands among his suffering sheep,
The dog Faith anxious on his right.
Dog and the old crook’s tap and sweep
Are all that he has left of sight.
From slums of the outback, growling ribs
Circle the sheepfold, poorly curbed.
The seeing eye first springs, then jibs
On finding his master undisturbed.

This badly scented wind is new.
The scared lamb cannot find its mother.
In the general fear, the ewe
And ram grow careless of each other.

Was it monotony of the watch
That put my Lord’s two eyes to sleep
Or love’s insomnia and such
Long centuries of counting sheep?

If some outsider asked me why
This ancient pasture’s so unkind,
I’d be sore tempted to reply
That God is love and love is blind.

–May 21, 1995

(“The Lord Is My Shepherd” appeared in the Fall 2001 issue of Main Street Rag Poetry Journal, Charlotte NC.)

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Published on October 24, 2006 at 2:54 pm  Leave a Comment  

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