Sonnet For The Little Lamb

The blossom of the blackthorn and the lily had the same Glow in the shepherd lands, where I stayed to think o' Your name. I heard the lamb's voice when I passed the green grass in that field, Waitin' for the bleating o' lamb and for life to be healed. I saw a flash of light more white than I'd ever seen 'fore, Descendant deep inside, 'till I've perceiv'd Your divine chore. When I heard the angel's song in the darkness after all, I understood that You would come to break my sinner's wall. You've shown me all the debts I had, and all I did in vain, You left, but I would stay waitin' for You to come again. Now, if I am hopeful, happy, tired, and I feel no pain, It is because my soul is pure as the blood o' Your lamb. Poem by Marieta Maglas