See my gentle Father,
The Shepherd of our hearts
carefully, slowly tilling
an endless garden of stars-
in thick frosty midnight soil
to light the narrow path
with glittering lanterns
of bright burning oil,
To guide the flocks of the lost,
When they have realized
they’ve wandered off,
(Much like mending a
broken constellation)
& need a guiding hand to find
their way home again.
Gretchen Venters 