Shepherds Of The Street

31 Mar

The shepherds of the street who pass our house
each day do not suppose they go their way for me.
By gentle steps, one or two move past our place.

At times, a posse walks up to the store
to meet some friends or buy a pack of smokes

and as they go, they talk to me if I am there
and rise above my fear to catch their eye.
Or I may give a Hey, to my surprise.

I am sure I never have that much to say,
but when we speak—or nod our heads to make a sign,
or pound our fists to greet, or even when,

from in the house, I hear them on their way—
I find their presence to be not unlike a compass.

The shepherds of the street do not suppose
they go for me, but, steady, move their feet
south by southwest or else north by northeast.

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2 Responses to “Shepherds Of The Street”

  1. Nancy Bopp April 7, 2010 at 1:46 pm #

    I like this very much. It takes some fear away. My heart is stronger. God blessings.
    May I print it, to have a copy?

  2. restorel66 April 7, 2010 at 9:13 pm #

    Nancy,
    I am so pleased that you like it and especially glad it “takes some fear away.” Please print it and share it as you wish.

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