poetry by j matthew waters

the good shepherd

sheep at large in city center
unshorn and hungry
packing knives and forks
counting down the days
until january thaw

beat cops in woolen coats
keep them on their toes
tapping night sticks on
frozen sidewalk
nudging them along

nearby sanctuary house
opens its arms
practicing what it preaches
the good shepherd himself
promising warmer days ahead

december two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “the good shepherd

  1. A wonderful Advent poem, John -really like the unshorn sheep and the shepherd with the promise of warmer days.

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