Dusk falls.
I miss the light
I have heard it said
That like sheep
We nibble ourselves lost.
Does grayness envelope our soul
When we wander away from God,
Just as grayness surrounds us
When the sun sets?
Will the darkness of the soul follow
If we do not seek God's will?
No.
The light always seeks us,
Just as the shepherd
Leaves the ninety and nine
To find the one lost sheep.
Let me greet the light
And know the shepherd.
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