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The Shepard

The kind, loving shepherd
Takes his hand, with the shears
And shaves his flock of sheep
One by one, fleecing them.

Gently, he makes the wool
To cover his raw skin,
Insulating his body
When the cold weather comes.

The sheep sleep in the snow,
Resting beside the fire.
The shepherd heats the pit,
Throwing wood on the pyre.

He cares for them, their needs;
He feeds them, gives water.
He tends to their living,
Paving their survival.

Then, late in ev'ry week,
When he becomes hungry,
He takes a soft sheep back
And slaughters it. Alone.

The other sheep do not know,
So, still, they will follow
Their generous master,
The kind, loving shepherd.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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