Mother of the Flock (Fall 2007)

Oh, mother of the flock,
how tender is thy love,
weary am I
and bury my face in thy
gentle feathers,
asleep I
fly,
And
Awake,
only to find
rays of golden
sunlight
revealing the horizon
Mother of the flock,
thou art my guardian,
tender, gentle, and strong heart
..............grace............ soaring
............soothing......... pulling me
...............my.................. upward
..............youth................ onward
......................to that horizon
......................of golden sunlight