His shepherd’s hook
stood
in a corner of the
empty office
a reminder of the
role
the reason for this
room,
in the corner of the
building.
It called to be used,
with the sheep,
to have sweat and
dirt join the clean wood
to be used in the
field, in work,
to guard and lead and
protect
the members of the
flock.
A memory of the old
shepherd
and those for whom it
is more than metaphor
reminding me of the
cane, placed, waiting
in the corner of the
new house
at the close of
“Miracle on 34th Street”,
reminding them of his
presence.
A reminder that
believing is seeing,
that He will always
be there;
He will remember the
covenant, His promises
that the Good
Shepherd is always watching
watching over us,
ready.
His rod and His staff
are there to protect,
give us safe haven in
a troubled world
a symbol, indicia, a
talisman
of His love, our joy
like the bow in the
sky
and the bread and
wine
in remembrance,
forever
of the hand of the Master.
The staff to ward off
enemies
and the hook to bring
them and us home.
edited March 16, 2014
Shepherd’s Hook – v3
edited January 25, 2014
Shepherd’s Hook – v2
July 16, 2006 14:17
Shepherd’s Hook
Genesis 8:12-17, Psalm 23:4, Matthew 28:20, and John 10:11.
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