One of the Herd

Look at me

Do you know

who I am?

I know who

you are

How do I

know?

That’s the

question isn’t

it?

Do you really

want to

know the

answer?

Maybe I

want to

to tell

you

But I am

afraid to

It’s best

just to

show you

I fear no

reprisal

this way

I am

the voice

of the unheard

They whisper

to me

through

their flesh

It is such

a painful and

yet welcome

sound

I feel so

needed,

and so loved

They never

let me down

Their melodic

voices ringing

in my head

I know their

sorrows and

joys

I know they

love

I know they

hate

They are forgiving

and unforgiving

They bless me

and curse me

Their silence is

cold

I dare not

seek it

Their speech

is warm

I embrace it!

There is

no greater

service

Death won’t release

me from it

I’m bound

to them always

I will my make

their stories

heard

I am their

storyteller

I am their

shepherd