LOST LAMB AND HIS SHORTCUT
“Oh, all my brothers and sisters are sleeping so good.
“Now I can slip away to those tender shoots
“for Mother a special surprise of a special sweet bud,
Found I with many a pawing in my muddy boots.”
Thus did Littly Lamb plan and prance away in the night,
Smiling with lovelit eyes as he nibbled his surprise
Nodding his curly head as he skipped with new might
Away towards Family Sheeply holding this green prize.
Littly Lamb hopped around the last big rock so bright
Now with sweeping new lights showing the way,
Now with sudden new sweep of singing wind’s kite,
Litttly Lamb blinked away a wing bright as day.
“What sweeps past me, feathering my path,
So bright, so shining, yet soft does it glow?”
“What path does it show with sweeping lathe
Of carving song, molding chords, sweeping bow?”
Littly Lamb saw no Mother, no brother, no sister,
no guardians at hillside once folding the flock,
Littly Lamb heard only sighings, saw far mister
softening the bleatings, echoed far rock.
“Oh, I must bring tenders to Mother, must follow;”
“Oh, must follow, must find again by another path,”
did Littly Lamb pant to himself scrambling in hollow;
did Littly Lamb tumble to scramble most in wrath.
Then did Littly Lamb blink in blindness a fall of feathers.
Then did Littly Lamb tumble down a strange craig,
rolling and winding and landing far down by leathers,
Collars draped down by his own guard’s leg.
“Oh, where are we, Master, where are we, Mother?”
did Littly Lamb squeak as he shook off the fallen.
“Oh, what is that hay smell, that bay smell by Brother?
“Oh, what is that glow bright, that windsong callin’?”
Oh, Littly Lamb, with so much love crooning in heart;
Oh, Littly Lamb, with so much wonder blinking your eye;
Oh, Little Lamb, with so much life waiting to dart;
Oh, Little Lamb, behold so much peace from on high.
For, Littly Lamb, in the City of David near your fields
Now lies a Little One born to touch all souls
Now lies a Little One born to walk all rocky yields
Now lies a Little One born to gift His Mother tolls.
Oh, Littly Lamb, step near, watch near the night away;
Oh, Littly Lamb, lie down the hay for peace and joy;
Oh, Littly Lamb, for you under angels’ wings’ dismay
did hold tight tender greeny gift for Jesus Boy.