The Rooster Crows (Lent Poems 22)

Another one that belongs slightly earlier in the collection, while I play catch-up with myself. This one should go, as the name probably makes quite clear, at the time when Peter is waiting outside the High Priest’s house.

The Rooster Crows
And the sheep are scattered.
They have all run away.
The wolves have come and
The shepherd stands ready
To battle them, but the sheep,
The sheep are afraid.
There are no sheep now
In the pen; they run
For their lives from the wolves.
They have seen the blood drip from
The wolves’ sharpened teeth.
The shepherd rises, with
His burning heart in hand
To do battle with the wolves and
Their virulent hate. He stands
To defend and defeat. But the sheep:
The sheep have all gone.
You, sheep, have all gone.
All will turn away. All will abandon.
The wolves, thick with the evil of
Their dark intentions, loom.
The shepherd stands alone.

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