Back again after nearly a year. No excuses, just life. This first one brings us back over and over again.
To the Good Shepherd
Walk again,
Good Shepherd . . . .
Speak . . . .
Sound
twenty centuries of sound;
stirring the winds
with your breath,
the sun with your Son!
Let no other winds
drown our weeping;
Let no other sun
dry our tears.
Fold the new-lost
lamb-lost
us-lost
about your shoulders.
Wear us
like a banner
across your heart!
Evelyn Coffey
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