The Shepherd peacefully

gazes down upon his flock,
leading with his wooden
staff atop a luscious,
green bluff.

His sheep know their Savior’s
voice and follow him; blind to
tendencies of straying,
they’re greatly dependent.

Their Shepherd will provide
strength to carry themselves;
where the Shepherd goes
and stays, the sheep intend
on the same; knowing an
everlasting life awaits them.

Reds and blues swirl in
harmony; casting sunsets,
what a magnificent sight on
shattered lands it is to behold.

Some sheep’s souls are
shut tight, unobservant of
the Shepherd; they’ve become
the reason he stays
atop the cliffs.