The Good Shepherd

I am the good shepherd. I am also the wolf.
Only fools believe the keepers of sheep hold no ulterior motive.
No hunger for warmth or meat. So if you decide to stay,
do not do so because of fear for what is being held back by the dark,
or for what is glimpsed in the fleeting flash of a spark. Stay,
and you will be kept. I will pasture you in my heart.

My mind is still yet fit and able to be roof above your stable.
And even wolves have become sweet and soft,
brown eyes beg food at the end of my table.

Let me not be like a father or a mother. But as equals,
in friendship, we all, good sheep and shepherds,
will learn to keep up with each other.

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