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.