To be shepherded by the Apostles
their wisdom carried aloft by the
Church of the God of Glory; His
will and the rock of His guiding intention
that we should possess the holy and eternal
knowledge, eons after it was plundered
by lies, snapped off the branch of the second tree,
hanging in the shadows of the Tree of Life.
How can we not follow the soft voice
of the shepherds, calling through
the ages to distracted ears, the only
ears that do hear that sound, the
sound of wafting prayer incense,
and the icons of the words, painting
upwards towards the highest throne
of Zion, created by His whims of love & mercy.