THE PROFUNDITY OF SHEEP

I will follow you
and call it love
to the edge and to the ends
of our earthly bed
by your pipers' song
trusting your will with my blindness
because I do not fear
your Love.

Teach me and lead as a shepherd would
my own wisdom bleats
no depth nor words worth hearing
since speech
Belittles the lesson
and removes much meaning

Of the gifts that Love gave.

Pull me forward and away
to awe instead of weep
the heavens in your embrace
where there is no place for doubt
no panic but for the grave…

I trust that I must matter
even as a speck of dust
you carry me through winter
to rainbows
reminding me that

All is Love.

Even as I wallow in the hollows
of no self worth
you mean to me as I'm meant to be
since time was given birth
the golden truth
the Light of you
Though I'm a speck of dust...
Flooding tears upon the eye
no worry
or boundaries
No bleating cries

There is no Falling
when you, my love, are
my every sky.