She stands in the pasture
staring towards her Shepherd
"lead me, i will follow..."
she whispers into the
dew-drenched fog of morning
on the fen.
and from the mist the Shepherd's
voice returns,
"I am here, listen for my voice
and know you are not alone.."
And she keens her ear to the
sound of Love...
and she is not untethered
:not all who wander
are lost..."
j.r.r. tolkien...
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