Sonnet: The Flocks Need More Shepherds

Shepherds are turning scarcer, day by day! Fragmented flocks have lesser sheep in fold; With many lost, many sheep go astray; Devils on rampage trouble, young and old. Meadows have lesser grass that's succulent; More sheep want better grass, water to drink; The climes these days are turning turbulent; The few shepherds are old-aged, on death's brink! Shepherdless stay some flocks for many days; They do not know the shepherd or his call! The shepherd does not know his sheep by face; From wolves' attack, there is no staff to stall! Yet, God will find the shepherds in strange ways; All righteous find their way through earthly maze! Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-07-12