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The Shepherd
I took a drink from water still beneath the leafless trees they arched their twigs toward the sky like silent witnesses and in the water swam the stars, and by that light I see the footprints of the angels tall, left upon the mere. On hills where only wights had walked we led our charges slow the winds blew cold around our fire, and chased away the sparks the clouds had sent the sun to where the evening dwelt below when the sword of God cut down the mighty curtain of the dark. His eyes, they sparkled like the stars the night the angels came love and light, they shared a night more radiant than the day. That sparkle broke my leaden heart and flickered like a flame-- someday I'll see that fire again and know I found the way. |