Not far beneath the veneer of the manicured suburban lawns
and church parking lots, great schools,
and strip malls lurks the heart of this heartland.
a delicate place, a very fragile heart
easily upset with an irregular heartbeat.
the pacemaker keeping the rhythm,
a multitude of denominations with mixed messages,
all properly referenced though, prayers, sermons,
and bank accounts, has a very complex mechanism
the multitudes’ many shepherds move them
easily from paddock to paddock, from lightening and plague
to refreshing waters, and always a promise of a land
there will be more paddocks with secure fences and admission criteria.
The crack scatters them in all directions
the shepherds begin their work again.
find a passage that fits this please.
check the party affiliation.
common symbols with uncommon multiplicity
perhaps that’s the real blessing.
no one shepherd has the real shepherd’s robe
lost in a game of lots.
the meandering multitudes ache to understand the history,
trying to trace this journey through paddocks and time
and then when they see it realize that there with a gold dome,
a massive stone wall, and a nearby chapel
it’s a place where everyone grazes.
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