Poetry: A Poetic Twist to the Tale of Pinocchio.
Within the Shepherd’s Heart
You! You have surrounded me with this plague
Oh Lord my God, you are poetic
With in you every thing is copacetic
We humans are, so pathetic
Goodness and humor are your favorite vices
Like the ventriloquists’ dummies; the things they say
They are your words; unknowingly
Master puppeteers’ are blissfully ignorant of their silence
You are our Shepherd with indifference
Ironically; your humor is bittersweet
It makes the marionette laugh and
The puppeteer becomes aware of its Master’s hands
The bleating sheep are yet to be sheared
With honesty and laughter you tear and tare
These earthen dummies with strings attached
Heartlessly; hands shoved into their backs
The heard needs one good whack across its back
To break all their strings, to replace halos and wings
To hear the Cherubim sing
Oh to hear those angels sing
To lead and guide
To carry and hide
To be gathered beneath their enormous wings
Attached but yet, without strings
Staffs in hand
Awaiting the golden bands
Announcements made
Time not delayed
The curtain it rolls away
The heathen is swayed
Lives reborn homage paid
Truth is now displayed
Clay pots broken; their silver cords part
One makes for a brand new start
They become real Sons’
Within the Shepherd’s heart
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
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