Whilst water lapped my tired feet
At tranquil pool I sought to rest
In that, of company no less –
A humble, simple-hearted sheep.
She came to me on verge of sleep –
Head nuzzled into heaving chest;
My sister from our worldly nest
Where we were bred from heaven’s keep.

The shepherd watched from where he stood
And from his lips a smile beamed
As I began as best I could
To wash her hooves amidst the stream
Our kindred bodies, souls, and blood
Entangled in a Christian Dream.