Return to the flock

The voice of the Shepard
awakens the senses
feeling dormant no more.
This humble beast
once lost in wander
has felt this peace before.
A peace of the patient
of the penitent mind
returning to the soul.
A peace that rises
encircles, enlightens
heart and mind now whole.
The voice draws nearer
a voice of compassion
graced with listening ear.
It hears of anger
transgression, sorrow
of many a trying year.
It's a voice of forgiveness
it's love and humility
shines through this sorrowful earth.
Its hand of friendship
seeks to guide me
just like the star at its birth.
Its face now clearer
a face so familiar
a guide, a protector, a rock.
Its arms embrace me
in joy that I'm found
it's time to return to the flock.