Roaming Lamb

a lamb roams the hillside climbing rocks up and down to find the pastureland by his lost home, overcome by the nameless fear of the long and tiresome day’s slow moving time, he asked the passing cloud “can you tell me where about is the sky of my lost home?” saddened by the pitiless cloud floating along with no answer as if water streams without looking back, the little lamb cries in the sunset’s glow as darkness thickens in the valley unbearable loneliness heaps up in the heart of the lamb who is troubled by the unknown reason why he has to be here in the remote hillside and the heartrending cry of the lamb who agonizes because he lost the way, who is lonely because no one is around him, echoes any more now in the abyss of darkness of the night that would swallow everything In the light of sunrise a man who appears to be worn down comes with heavy steps, and each time he steps the dew on the grass becomes crimson so vivid that it smarts the eyes of onlookers, his hands also stained with blood, held a lamb in his arms furthermore, the man’s face stained as well from mix of oozing blood from his forehead and the tears on his cheeks, nonetheless, the eyes of the man who staring at the lamb that is sleeping in his arms peacefully while roaming and playing on the grassland of the home in his dream was shining with overflowing compassion, love and joy