“Follow me, and feed my
sheep,”
the Master to the Rock
a sheep made a shepherd, the
seed planted
to germinate within him
until the seed began to bear
fruit
after the flames ignited his
fire
gave him voice that
Pentecost
after the cloistering, the
separation
of the apostles, the first
on the way
hidden, timid, waiting for
that day
These were the words,
affirming in threes,
that it was his
responsibility, three times
just as was his denial, that
night after the garden
when the twelve followers,
ran
fell away from the Master
These were the words,
spoken in reconciliation,
painful,
the admonition and response
follow me, feed my sheep;
Yes Lord, I will.
Edited September 6, 2013
“Feed My Sheep – v2”
October 28, 2007 7:18pm
“Feed My Sheep”
John 21:1-22 & Acts 2:1-11
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me
at Ray Foss
for usage. See all 25,310+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry
Where You Live.
No comments:
Post a Comment