Long Shepherd Poems
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In this process of holy
One must always submit
As long as you tithe
No sin is necessary to admit
Walk around with authority
No self-doubt permitted
No guilt or shame
Over violence you've committed
When the pool of healing
Is stirred by angels unknown
Jump in with full assurance
That you, my brother, are fully grown
A shepherd in good standing
Fully approved by god
To herd your lambs at will
And utilize that staff and rod
When others get out of line
Though you are worse than they
Only God himself is over you
So, not one of them can say, to you, NAY!
...this is the contract you signed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-07-2026
Rispetto for Selene
(What Makes the Moon Glow)
Goddess Selene, her full face milky white,
rises from the ocean, the Radiant One.
A chariot she rides in the sky of night,
while her thoughts are on her dear *Endymion.
So he’d never die, this man, Selene’s love,
must sleep forever, dreaming of her above.
She comes and lies with him, but he doesn’t know
the dream is real and their passion makes her glow!
*In mythology, Endymion (en-dim-ee-uhn) was a
very handsome shepherd who fathered 50 of
the Goddess Moon's Children (all while in his sleep!!).
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's
INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY Poetry Contest
I was a shepherd boy standing watch in the hills nigh Bethlehem,
Watching over papa's restless flock of ram, ewe and lamb,
When a star more brilliant than any other was suddenly revealed!
I was overwhelmed with peace as its mellow rays lit the field!
I considered this eerie event with ever-growing alarm,
When angels appeared above announcing, "We mean no harm!
We bring you happy tidings and for all of mankind eternal joy!
This night a King is born! In a manger lies that little boy!"
I left the flocks and fled to witness this royal event,
To join in praising God for this gift from Heaven sent!
His mama Mary was so pretty - papa Joseph was so proud,
As they knelt in adoration with heads reverently bowed!
Three majestic seers gave gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold.
I was humbled as all I could give was a lamb from papa's fold.
This King never wore purple robes or jeweled diadems.
He too became a Shepherd seeking lost and straying lambs!
I heard later that He was an itinerant preacher in Galilee,
Performing all kinds of miracles! He even walked upon the sea!
I was also told that He was mercilessly nailed to a tree.
Something about the redemption of sins for such as you and me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Endless mercy follows me
goodness will lead me home
all the way to heavens door
so never again to roam
What a joy to know such mercy
never again will it end
following me throughout my life
through every turn and bend
What a great friend goodness is
being my leader and wise guide
directing in true and godly paths
making sure to stay on God's side
No matter where I will go
goodness and mercy are there
holding me securely always
being my constant care
So secure and safe
with God's blessed presence
endlessly merciful always following
covered in God's gracious fragrance
AUTHOR NOTES: A few thoughts after listening to Stuart Townend's new version of 'The Lord's My Shepherd'. watch it on youtube , see link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN4tPkX0MG0
I knew that from the first moments we met
We ‘d be together, till life's sunset
In face of adversity our love thrived
Love overcomes wounding, razor-sharp vibes.
We have danced through romance with vibrancy
Overcoming issues, not meant to be
Trusting the care of our shepherd above
To show the way, in the light of true love.
So it came to pass, romance stayed alive
You and me standing by each others side
Dance the last tango with me dear darling
You will always remain my Prince Charming.
Ever together in love, you and me
That’s the way it was always meant to be.
Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal
Our bleeding hearts, for your mercy exceeds all bounds
You cannot turn your eyes when your children sob in agony,
You cannot but mend our torn and splintered hearts
When fears and tensions swivel and rake us
Shaking the very hinges of our existence
Anchor our minds to faith to proclaim with conviction
That you alone are our sole armor and refuge
That in every trial of ours, you will be there by our side
You are the only one who can gauge the depth of our pain
You are the only one who knows our weaknesses
We entreat you to heal our hurts and purge our hearts
When numerous sins and vices tacitly remain
So that we shall shine in your grace and grow in your love
When we stagger under the heavy weight of life
And when no one is around to ease our grief
We see you standing lovingly within our reach
With hands held out beckoning us with assurance of relief
Like a loving father out and out to help his wayward kids
You are the great Shepherd who will never desert his herd
But will come searching for the missing lambs
When our legs grow weary with every forward step
Oh, come and carry each of these staggering lambs
Lend your hand in our tightrope walk, that if fallen
We can spring back and hop, without getting maimed
Grant us true light that we will not grope in dark alleys
We know, the opulence of this transient world
Can never ever fill our hearts or give us lasting joy
It is in Thy love, we find our life’s whole comfort
It is on your shoulders, we want to lower our burden
When the skies are cloudy, when burdens are heavy
Oh, friends, tell yourselves never to feel troubled,
With such a great savior around
When we are lost, He will kindly lead us home
Solve our problems if we partake in His love
And shelter us in his great bastion, day and night
Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Feb.24. 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
there is a tree of copper leaves
presentation most fervent in Winter season
after all of crepe and oak are bare
my eyes turn bronze
this tree turns me on
i can’t look away
when pines are flaked with snow
or rendered seussical,
having a topside arch &
their downy needles decorated
my eye hues green with white
and the whimsy I feel
in my scarf and wind
a perpetual tease
the flicker of lights from house to house
the darkness loses its sight
the ho ho ho & merry flight
jingle bells down to my toes
i like fall
but i fall for winter
season of the sweater
& wool of wisdom
we follow the lamb
the shepherd leads
through blinding snow
teaching us which way to go
12/5/2022
One Friday on that day
They crucified Him
They crucified Him
They crucified Him
My Lord, my Savior died for me, for me
Though His flesh cried
Though His flesh died
No, No, No, He didn’t just fade away
Cause a when the chief shepherd
He shall, shall appear, ye shall you shall receive, receive
A crown of glory, glory, glory (glory, glory, glory)
Hallelujah
The crown of glory shall not fade, fadeth away
Jesus is gone yet He’s here, you thought you killed Him
The crowns of glory shall not fade, fadeth away
Jesus the crown of glory
Shall not fade away
1 Peter 5:4
6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Oh keeper of the torch!
Why does the flame dwindle?
My son, I was once a great warrior.
I wear the scars of many battles.
With the sword of justice in one hand
and the shield of truth in the other,
I proudly defended the flame.
But time has wreaked havoc on my body
and I grow weaker with each passing day.
I can no longer defend the flame.
The shield has fallen from my hand.
Now, I merely stand vigil over the last flicker.
When the sword drops from my hand,
the flame will die as will I.
Oh keeper of the torch!
Can you not keep the flame alive
by passing the sword and shield to another?
This may have been true once, but no longer.
I have been to the edge of the great peak
in search of a soul equal to the task.
When I looked out over the edge,
I did not see a grand mass of humanity.
I saw stupid creatures wandering aimlessly
with no hope, no reason, and no direction,
like a herd of sheep in need of a shepherd.
I had a hard time finding this one after all these years. This was the first poem I ever wrote. It was written about twenty-three years ago and I cannot remember what was in my head when I wrote this poem, but it is vastly different from what I normally write.
I open my eyes, drink my coffee,
And exchange a glance with the cat.
I also breathe in the fresh air,
Along with the air of cleaning up cat poop.
The cat I chose,
Whether it runs away or stays in my arms,
We each go our own way.
I no longer hold you back.
I have already swallowed the memories.
Even if you leave, I will not cry.
Just as we met again because we needed each other,
If needed someday, we shall meet again.
The smell of cat poop and urine in the restroom.
Blaming myself is only just beginning.
Like the Lord, the shepherd to you, my new baby cat,
I guide you and we set off on our journey once more.