THE SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME

   The OLD SHEPHERD’S Barn

 

 The quaint old man in knee high boots prepared to call them…  

“Get behind the barn,” he said. “If they see you they won’t come.”

“How many sheep?” I asked.  “‘Bout 300, lambs ‘n all.” he answered.

  Now, he gestured toward distant field, where no movement was revealed.

Obligingly, I took my place behind the aging barn.  Waiting, watching as I hid, chuckling as I did his bidding. 

As I watched…

He moved toward crumbling fence upon a trampled path. Now I saw him near the leaning gate..

and I began my wait.

With steady steps, he walked and called.

No words escaped his weathered lips, just eerie, high toned wailing sounds known only to his flock.

Behind the barn and waiting,

I peeked toward leaning gate.  All I saw were rolling fields.

He stood alone to wait.

Suddenly a far off hill was filled with moving masses; now out of sight, no movement seen.

 A quiet moment passes.

Another hill and nearer now, I saw them  racing through the fields toward Him.

There, he waited, calm and still.  His presence did not yield.

Three hundred creatures fell in line behind the One whose voice they knew. 

Now through the gate, into the fold,

safe at last.

The Shepherd brought them home.

“My sheep listen to my voice;I know them, and they follow me.”

(John 10:27)

 

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Photography by Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck

Mr. Bischoff’s Sheep

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Loved to write since high school..as the years pass memories and relationships are primary. (There is also room for an opinion or two.) Feeling good at the age of eighty-four, I'm enjoying life and a hobby of photography. We've lived on this small farm for sixty years. In the course of time we welcomed three sons, two grandkids, and 3 greats. We owned and operated an Ace Hardware and a Hallmark Shop and managed to raise sheep for ten years. My husband and I shared sixty-two years of marriage before his passing in 2017. A son has also passed on to the next life, Memories really are "Made From This". Welcome to my world!

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