poetry by j matthew waters

feeding the flock

they awaken on sundays
and praise the one who gave them life

they put on their finest clothes
and take to the streets
huddled together like little lambs
moving at the command of their shepherd
who leads them down the narrow way
toward the altar of life

as they march they recite
words from the ancient book
raising their hands
toward the open sky
asking for forgiveness
and vowing to repent

when the hour comes
to prepare the table
they shamelessly offer
the most innocent
as an imperfect sacrifice

february two thousand thirteen
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11 thoughts on “feeding the flock

  1. great poem, jdub! You’re writing some brilliant stuff

  2. speaking the truth through this poem, excellent piece…

  3. Norma Waters on said:

    nice poem, says one little lamb huddled with the others!


  4. Excellent poem, I can relate to what you are saying here, very well described! 🙂

  5. Your page is a fine journey made poetry through your voice Matt! Its a pleasure to come and hear your recite!

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