Tend The Sheep

You could be anywhere, but you’re here at top of the concrete slopes. Like an Aspen ski resort, Pine trees surround the dark park. Tungsten light lights the wavy fade. He considers our locks of hair. Precious variety. He’s unlocked the way to eternal life. This is the life, don’t trip on the stumbling block. Incandescent bodies rise and fall among the slopes on skate lifts. Glowing condensation succeeds on a thriving passion. Tend the sheep. They flock here. Do not block the pathway. Feed friendships the Light’s righteousness so that they’re not rendible. The flock is under His care. Picture painting. The joy under the light becomes an oil of gladness beading off of our foreheads and necks.