@+e Forum The Shepherd

An Angel appears out of the mist
The trickling stream just now Sun kissed
A beacon in the morning dew
Awakens the stillness that God threw
Over the Mountain and down the Valley
How many times before only he can tally
As she smiles her radiance does elegantly bloom
To lift many a lonely Shepherds early morning gloom
As he watches his bleating flock with care
He never notice’s that she is there
Keeping him out of harm’s way
To help him make through the day
This lonely soul on whom others have lent
To bring them milk and supplement
Their meager lives, harrowing at best
Life is hard for him and the rest
But his beliefs will guide him through
His Lord will show him what to do
A saint full man who gives his all
To his flock so they may not fall
Into danger on the Mountain high
As he whistles and gives a sigh
To appreciate the life that he has received
From his Lord, what he has achieved
His spirit never bending or broken down
Though living miles above the town
People know him as Adam that’s all
No second name that they recall
He walks the Mountains with his flock
Never bothering to take stock
Of the words that others may
About his life he lives his way
The solitude and peace full existence
Has brought about stubborn resistance
To a life in the valley below
What he reaps he will sow
The sheep just wander here and there
As if they know they have no care
They are always safe from harm
No need to be upon a farm
As he goes about his daily life
The Angel watches him through the strife
Of bad weather and other dangers lurking
Unaware he continues without shirking
His duty to his Lord and flock you see
His faith a comfort and will always be
Forever to roam for a million years
No time for pity, no time for tears
The Angel watches, listens and takes stock
Of the Shepherd and his flock
She knows that her presence he always feels nearby by
Though he cannot see her and she knows why
He’s been dead for a hundred years or so
His flock disappeared long ago
But the Mountain he refuses to leave
To go to Heaven, not to grieve
His duty to him is quite clear
By his sheep he must be near
Only ever seen by the chosen few
Wandering amongst the early morning dew