Greenpastures313’s Weblog

Where are you, O Brother? Has it really been
twenty one years since we gathered
in the great sanctuary with
our families and friends?
It was on a Sunday in May.
We wore black robes, cords of gold.
The Doctors and the Masters
unleashed us on unsuspecting
flocks. We went out among them,
the sheep and we herded them
around within the fold.
Did one venture away on the hills?
I got him, I said, I’ll get him
I’ll bring him back.
But did I?
Do I?
Dear Doctors, dear Masters, forgive
the hubris and the posturing.
We try, yes, but we try
humility
patiently
patently
paternally,
as a father
doth his children.