The Little Shepherd
The little shepherd of peace heard the Word
When there were no stars in the heaven’s night,
When he asked if there ever came the Lord.
He cried, not knowing what could be adored.
As he held with his staff no flock in sight,
He thought of the Word’s sense with which he might
Walk along happily with death ignored,
Creating a path with his footsteps’ light.
Empty yourself of all hope but My love
Was wisdom which became his thought’s first guide.
Often he quenched thirst in pools, not above
His heart, where murmured, more often, a dove.
In the end of his days, he could not hide
From the Man, with His Word’s staff, by his side.
