The Profundity of Sheep

An affirmation of sorts...

I will follow you

and call it love

     to the edge and the ends

of our earthly bed

by your pipers' song

trusting your will / my blindness

because I do not fear

love...

Teach me as a shepherd

my own wisdom bleats

      no depth nor words worth hearing

since speech belittles the lesson

and removes much meaning

the gifts love gave

Lead me forward and away

to awe instead of weep

the heaven in our embrace

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 of

Love

Even as I wallow in the hollows

of self worth

you mean to me as I'm meant to be

since time was given birth

gold and truth

the light of you

Even as a speck of dust...

Flooding tears upon the eye

no worry

no bounds

or bleating cries

there is no Falling

when you, my love

are my every

sky.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful write. Going in my library...:).........

[Butch Decatoria]

Much thanks, glad you like it... I am humbled.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.....:).........

[Lyn Anderson]

Interesting choice for a title. A description of a powerful love, a backdrop of the mundane.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for reading, as the title ... I try to be profound ... take it for was it is, seeing if believing everything is beautiful... no? thanks again for taking the time.

[Matching Socks]

This is lovely on so many levels.

[Butch Decatoria]

Much appreciated... Thank you.

[Matching Socks]

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