Oh, contemplative sheep
How I recall the days
Of simple sun and simple field
When time was mine to keep,
And time was mine to praise
The beauty there revealed.
And when I went astray,
The faithful shepherd there
Would gently guide my drifting,
So I might find my way
And return to places fair
And breath the air uplifting
Of contemplative sheep.
Simcha Wasserman lives with his wife and family in Toronto, Canada. He has regularly contributed poems to magazines and periodicals such as Perspectives in Toronto, Concord in London, and Wellsprings in New York. Click here to buy his book.
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