Guardians of the Flock,
Hunters of Prodigies,
Keepers of the Word,
Fountains of Knowledge
that never less from brim
no matter how much they give away.
Molders of His clay
Hands
though which the Maker
transforms His Rock
Into an Angel who flies away,
possibly never to return
when her wings had been formed,
selflessly bestowed with the gift of endless flight.
Such is the fate of those
chosen to be shepherds.
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