A Shepherd’s Sojourn

Written In Response To:

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt:  Journey #writephoto – Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

weary shepherd walks

head bowed in forlorn dismay

no sheep left to love

his life’s purpose is no more

time for his heavenly rest

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The Black Tears Of Her Soul

The Daily Post – Forlorn

The Black Tears Of Her Soul

The black tears that she cries
are from the misery her soul writhes
for she mourns not for her own woes
but for those who suffer spiritual gallows
caused by the hatred of this world’s forlorn
especially by those who have been reborn

She sobs at the injustice they have to endure
because they do not wear the facade of couture
weeps her soul for the downtrodden and lost
who are rejected and forgotten by the hearts of frost
unending is her lament for the abused, abandoned and misunderstood
the ones seen as no longer useful and discarded like deadwood

You see, this great ache in her soul is gifted by the Ancient One
a Man of sorrows and pain who came to us as the Son
for He too, was despised and has borne our grief
He was oppressed and afflicted understanding our bereave
He suffered disgrace as an offering for our atonement
that we may rise from the ashes of our defilement

She knows she is blessed to bear the anguish of His soul
for it is in this, His beauty her soul does behold

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Within, Without


Sunny…warm sunshine…breezy winds
uneasy thoughts…different day…different time
afternoon instead of early morn…more busyness
more people…more distraction…more noise
where’s my quiet calm…within…

The busyness of the afternoon
as opposed to…
the quiet calm of early morn
desiring for my circumstance
to change ever so soon
that my heart not remain forlorn
but through it all…

I have joy that is my strength
a divine confidence to walk tall
and endurance to go the length
hope that is my anchor
faith to follow the Plan
living for the spiritual lore
and telling of the Mighty Hand
for I am more than a conqueror
this is my promise in all these things
and the reason my heart sings

This the gift from God
to a soul so beautifully flawed!