The Good Shepherd Poem by Ilan Cohen

By the waters near the cliffs   
Across the mountains Pyrenees
Lived a shepherd with his myths 
Who trailed the Sword of Damocles

On his walk with stick in hand 
By the rocks as sheep did feed
For a footing did not land 
As blood by waters flow and bleed 

Sweet mercy echoed through the valleys 
And despair had found it's home 
Counting out the final tally 
For the life he shalt atone  

As night did fall upon the shepherd
A star to hope and surely dream 
For God to call upon the weathered 
And cast good light upon life's stream


(2011)