the master in search of one
who’s willful at the start
now cold and all alone
brings sadness to his heart
searching, mindful of the lost
never turning left nor right
against him darkness plots
to keep the one from sight
thorns bruise on journey’s way
still the master onward goes
willing with his life to pay
perfect love, he knows
sunk into the mire deep
the master’s pull is strong
the lamb can only bleat
as she is pulled from harm
the master in search of one
his mission always clear
death has no hold on love
the lost are each one dear
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Martyr. The definition is: “Someone who is killed for their religious beliefs.”
The shepherd in the Bible is used as an example of a person who will go far and wide for the love of the sheep. This same shepherd considers little the cost of this occupation. Somehow I feel that the martyr is like this shepherd – too busy in the search to worry about the sacrifice.
“O death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” 1 Corinthians 15:55
Your arms gentle and smooth
penned in moon dust 