Streams of light peak through
The warmth caresses my face
This morning smells new
I stir. I open my eyes
Where to next? What day is it?
Is it going to rain? What’s breakfast?
How long is the journey?
Such questions never do bother a sheep
He’s in charge.
“We’re leaving!”, He calls out
The familiarity of His voice soothes me
I spot His staff, I shake off the dew
Off we go, He and I together
To find another pasture, to cross
Another mountain, to search for another
Stream and to befriend another flower.
He and I, together.