Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Hymn of Ewe


Faith is the wool blanket 
woven by the flock
who sheepishly sew 
contentedly knitting 
nestled in envied green knolls
bleating a single string 
in wandering white streams 
hiding in the herded folds
matted in the material of dreams
tucking in their ears
softly in numbers


Image of painting 'Strayed Sheep' 1852, by William Holman Hunt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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