When the Shepherd of the shepherds
Weeping shrouds the clock
Streams and lakes multiply
Cascading around the flock
Silence does not help
Nor offer consolation
A thousand eyes surround
Can’t dispel the isolation
Arrows flying everywhere
Fighting to get upstream
Bouncing off the boulders
Of those submerged unseen
The wind a seeker
Am I the one whose sought
By what rule or measure
Has one’s soul been bought
I dream in constellations
But my hopes lie in a ruin
You’re in another galaxy
I’ve barely reached the moon
I saw Judas bleeding
Smash the stain glass with his fist
I noticed 30 pieces of silver
Strapped to his wrist
I had to hide my face
For his mirror displayed
The times I have transgressed
And the Savior I betrayed
Frank Attanasia
2/21/2002