For these sheep, I pray,
and to these sheep, i write:
Shepherds in herds,
factions the natural light.

To these birds, i write,
And for these birds i pray;
your wings fly high,
but  are  you  brave  enough  to  stay?

And for these you, i pray.
And to this me, i write:
Look for your shepherd
once there's no more light.