little lambs on the run
we pushed through the crowds
on a sunday morning
parting the layers of worshipers
basking in the sunlight
hoping for a final glimpse
what may lay on the other side
a scattering of us lived on
forever hand in hand
snaking through the spirited mob
as if we always existed
intention in our eyes
and redemption in our hearts
january two thousand nineteen
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Gorgeous. A pleasure to read aloud.
I like reading “lambs” as “lamps.” This little light of mine. Less sacrificial. Or is it more? Depends I suppose.
I don’t know there is more or not. Thanks you for sharing your thoughts on this one.