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
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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