we were young
crashed into an old world
crushing of innocence
suddenly aged
still wearing child skin
such a crushing
words swallowed back
fear
confusion
hate
things unfelt before
little mind wandering
trying to make some sense
of darkness cloaked in cheap light
why the shepherd bites like a wolf
the world keeps spinning
and then the images
come back
the unhealed wounds
still bleed
those swallowed words
come back up
tears for the first time
betray a hardened, crippled heart
echo the pain
acknowledge wrong
And then there are questions
unthought before
refusing to take it as it is
questioning questioning
child in
aged skin
sees the world for the first time again
wide-eyed in darkness
seeking
seeking...
there's a story told
'bout a scattered flock
the shepherds despised and destroyed
the weak they crushed
the sick they left unprotected
the injured they broke-
these little sheep
wandered away
afraid and terrified-
but a sovereign king saw these sheep
compassion welled up in his heart
he left his throne
became a shepherd
in search for
the crushed
the unprotected
the broken and despised-
wide-eyed in the darkness
He found and gathered them
through the shadow of death
he protected his sheep
with a comforting rod and staff
in peace he lead them
from darkness into light
he guided his sheep-
with justice
and love
He found and redeemed them.
there's a story told
some say is true-
full of justice
peace
and redemption...
child in
aged skin
sees the world for the first time again
wide-eyed in darkness
seeking
light
truth
the good shepherd-
This is the story
we find ourselves in
©2007 by Brittany Mayer
