22-04-18

The Good Shepherd (Stanley Moss)

 

Bij de derde zondag na Pasen

 

 
The Good Shepherd door Richard Hook (1914-1975)

 

 

The Good Shepherd

Because he would not abandon the flock for a lost sheep
after the others had bedded down for the night,
he turned back, searched the thickets and gullies.
Sleepless, while the flock dozed in the morning mist
he searched the pastures up ahead. Winter nearing,
our wool heavy with brambles, ropes of muddy ice,
he did not abandon the lost sheep, even when the snows came.

Still, I knew there was only a thin line
between the good shepherd and the butcher.
How many lambs had put their heads between the shepherd’s knees,
closed their eyes, offering their neck to the knife?
Familiar – the quick thuds of the club doing its work.
More than once at night I saw the halo coming.
I ran like a deer and hid among rocks,
or I crawled under a bush, my heart in thorns.

During the day I lived my life in clover
watching out for the halo.
I swore on the day the good shepherd catches hold,
trying to wrestle me to the ground and bind my feet,
I will buck like a ram and bite like a wolf,
although I taste the famous blood
I will break loose! I will race under the gates of heaven,
back to the mortal fields, my flock, my stubbled grass and mud.

 

 
Stanley Moss (Woodhaven, 21 juni 1925)
Woodhaven, Queens, de wijk in New York waar Stanley Moss geboren werd.

 

 

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 22e april ook mijn twee vorige blogs van vandaag.

 

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