Thursday, December 3, 2009

poem

i am from cross
from woods and nails
i am from blood,
from blood cells and veins
i am from tears,
from pain and wounds i never knew as a child

i am from the shepherd
as one of the lamb,
I am from the star
from sky and darkness,
I am from the fig tree,
from its berries and seeds
that have filled me long since.

I am from the farmer,
from the fields and seeds,
I am from the love,
from death and life,
from every droplets of love and care for each lamb in the herd.