Crosier

eagerly i followed my path dangling so i suppose beneath the quaint notion the tranquil gestures i'd become lost wandering away from calm pastures while i pateintly awaited thee emptiness about the braising shores abruptly the shadows form between the four o'clock flowers the cardinals sang the bells rang a shephards song standing before me you all along gathering my mind my body my soul i catered to the broken fences the splinted wood carved a melody chimed above the soiled jest of ordinary time