Look, the shepherd separates:
sheep from goats He divides,
bone and marrow He prises open,
hearts’ deep secrets He dissects.
Look, the true ones walk
through streets and feed the poor.
The children give their food to dogs,
the princes clothe the naked…
Look; deep inside, now look.
Secret acts reveal our secret thoughts.
When none around you look, He sees.
The shepherd separates.
The Consolations of Writing 