Like the Shepherd
Somewhere near the morning
round about the coming of the dawn,
There’s a sense of beauty
emanating from an angel’s song.
Waking from the slumber
I forget about the midnight’s storm;
In-between these moments
the world appears in a diff’rent form.
Mysteries surround me,
hiding deep within the fog of time,
Though I search for answers
I been told they never will be mine.
Roads ahead are shrouded
by an end I’m not allowed to see;
Far from steps not taken
is the journey that is meant to be.
Faces in reflections
move back and forth through the days gone by,
Still they remain nameless
and I know not yet the reason why.
Many look much younger
with a youthful innocence aglow;
Others share the ages
that hold all the years I’ve come to know.
Through the sunlight streaming
bounds the promise of a brand new day,
Peaceful sounds of dreaming
come from the place where my love does lay.
Then there is the angel
being like the shepherd to the lamb;
She knows where I’m going
and exactly who it is I am.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2015
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