Prisoner as I am
of this flock that I’m in.
Where its journey would take me,
a big mystery it is.
Spilled milk it may be,
but it will forever be me.
The scars that distress me,
a sweet pain it is.
Darkness may clasp my way,
yet I do not fear.
For I know You’re in me,
and Your Light I could share.
Every time the sun sets,
I can’t tell how hard it gets.
But I know that our eyes would meet,
in the time that was set.
Comments
Comment from Bernadette - 3 June 2010 at 11:17 am
I really don’t know what to say because this poem embodies your views and feelings on the path you are taking right now. I know you trust God and it shows in your poem 
Comment from Novice Jerome Quinto - 3 June 2010 at 11:24 am
Thanks Bernadette! But I wrote this 3 years ago… Indeed it shows trust and optimism. God bless!