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The Shepherd's Way

Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to share memories, to express feelings, and share what inspires her, so others might be inspired.


Based on Psalm 23, and Jesus the Good Shepherd.

The Shepherd's Way

The valley is dark

with the shadows of

lofty mountain peaks.

Beasts lurk for prey

behind rocks and scrub,

the Shepherd's rod speaks.

Cold and fearsome

in the gaping gorge,

enshrouded in sunless gloom.

A mighty hand guides

small pilgrim's route,

through parts where dangers loom.

A faithful escort

through savage vales,

I fear no hostile vice.

Only one path leads

to the fertile fields -

from valley to the heights.

His steps are certain,

His comfort true,

to His custody, I entrust.

The pace is slow

with steady gain,

no benefit by rush.

Arrived at foothills,

faced to scale,

equipped and fortified.

The scent of grass

and freshwater call,

peace and safety there abide.


At summit's brow

lie verdant leas,

pastures rich and lush.

Refreshing waters

ponds and streams,

where currents lively gush.

Drinking deeply

and feasting fine,

from the Shepherd's table;

where enemies dare not

think to tread,

because my Lord is able.

What thrilling promise

of mercy's flow,

into eternity's span.

To dwell in His house

where His cup overflows,

forever without end.

© 2017 Lori Colbo

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