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Though I Walk in The Valley of Darkness

Updated on February 7, 2013

The Lost Sheep

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The Lost Sheep


THE LOST SHEEP



I am the lost sheep,


The one the Good Shepherd


Has not forgotten


But has left the 99


To find and safely keep.


The irony is so rotten


I laugh until I weep.


I must remind myself


Not to bah or bleat


I have listened late


Of nights and heard the whine


Of saw through bone,


And I have heard the scream


Of those who once were lost


And then were found.


Oh, the blood upon the ground!


At first I thought it a dream—


Must be! But that sound! That sound!


I think it best to stay alone.


Perhaps I will not be seen.


Perhaps if I have no Shepherd


I shall not be missed.


What if I should want?


Where are those who did not want?


They used our blood to be spared!


Where is my lintel?


If I am found blood-haired,


Will the good one pass over me?


Will I be spared?


But what about this wolf


About whom I keep hearing?


It’s all right. I’ll take my chances.


At least he’s what he appears to be.


He does not wear my shearing.


“The Lord is my shepherd.


I shall not want.


He leadeth me, like the Other,


Beside bloody waters.


In the end I shall be led


Down a very wrong path


For his stomach’s sake.


And it is because I walk in a dark valley


That I fear less evil.


The darker the better.


Shall I be put at ease


That a table is prepared before me


When I am on the plate?


No, I shall not dwell in his house.


I heard what he did to his own son.


I’ll take my chances with the wolf.


Why not follow him?


Either way, I’m lost.


I have seen them give their children


The candy cane to cheer His birth!


Yes, the candy is sweet. I know. I know.


But follow that rod and staff to its end.


And tell me what you see?


A crook.




Joseph Pedulla


Thursday, December 6, 2012



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      Talk N Share 4 years ago

      This sounds sad. May you indeed find peace with the Lord, our Shepard, and dwell in His house forever. Hugs--

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      Callmeishmael 4 years ago

      Thank you for your kind comment. The poem comes out of some recent difficulties I've had, but I assure you, I have not left the flock.

    • Talk N Share profile image

      Talk N Share 4 years ago

      May God be with you to comfort and guide, my friend.

    • Callmeishmael profile image
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      Callmeishmael 4 years ago

      Thank you. God Bless You. You must be a wonderful person.

    • Talk N Share profile image

      Talk N Share 4 years ago

      Your kind words are appreciated. Take care.

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