The Lost Sheep

To be not devoured by the wolves of hate, malice, and greed,

when a lonely eye turns from the one in deepest need,

this, all people living vicariously, read,

for you will draw proper life out of my canticle, my creed,

not the killers that mix wine with their blood,

that mix water of their life's sin with specks of vile mud,

look not on the one that strays far away from the pack,

but celebrate magnanimously when the one stray in the pack comes back,

for He'll risk it all to save the one

even when Ninety-nine have already won.

He, so esoteric, and being prosaic,

will never be conquered by the Prince Didactic.