This sonnet is based on John 10:11 and Luke 15:3-7.
If it is helpful you may listen to me read the sonnet via the player below.
By mid-morning, my circumstance it seems
Has closed the door to joy, friendship, and rest
And locked out of love, my loneliness leaves
Me as a sheep lost, alone, dispossessed.
Without a shepherd or a sheepfold I
Am left the afternoon to wander this waste
Make due only with life under the sky
Live for myself, give no mercy, dis-graced.
Though evening comes, you leave all and seek
The one sheep who that morn wandered away;
Would you for me leave ninety-nine to keep
And carry me home before the end of the day?
Leading through the door, lying down in the breach,
Giving your life, I rest, breathe heavy, and sleep.
© Randall Edwards 2018.
This sonnet is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com). Thanks.
Artwork: James Tissot [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
I love this one. Though it might be said of all of them and each. But this one…<3
Thank you, dear. He seeks you too!
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