I am a sheep
and I like it
–Sally Fisher
Here in the Psalm
In the second week of Advent,
You showed up as promised,
giving me
the poem I needed
for the Wednesday Lunch Club Christmas cards,
an idea for the last gift,
conversations to settle ruffled feathers,
and pockets of rest.
It wasn’t a coincidence
that an evening gathering opened with a poem based on Psalm 23
and the next morning’s quiet time began with Psalm 23
and a reflection on the parable of the lost sheep.
“The Lord is my shepherd,”
sang Paul Zach
over and over,
and I felt a tear come.
The Lord is my shepherd
and a good one.
I am found,
held,
and rejoiced over.
And so are you, my friend.
So are you.
Jesus told them this parable: “Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbours, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my lost sheep.’ ” –Luke 15:1-6
An Everyday Pilgrim 