Awake, Shepherds of Christ
I wanted to share this incredibly humbling poem by one of our friends and members, Kay Cude. I have repeatedly gone back to read this almost daily since she sent it to me a while back. I hope that you find it just as powerfully moving as I do.
Awake, Shepherds of Christ
by Kay Cude
'Neath, laded stars of eve's last hours, as we at watch ov'r flock at sleep,
saw there a light from tower glow, and pondered who within it keeps.
The moon now waning toward the hills, cast misty shadows on the stone;
though dark the tower on one side, yet bright that light from window shone.
Intent in stillness of near morn, we listened for a voice to sound,
call out to he who journeyed up, with ox-draw cart toward tower bound.
"What's this! A journey in near night, on road unlit, sans shining light;
no beams to play and path alight! How can he find with obscured sight?'