I Am that Lamb sent out

into dark groves of Shadow

searching for the Wolves —

Each Step, walking with the Shepherd of Love,

Standing Staff of Love, directing movement.

The Lamb goes nowhere without the Shepherd.

The Wolves, eyes glittering in Forgetfulness,

seek blood — but this Blood, this Vein

pours forth Eternally — Drink Here, it cries out!

Laying down and down and down — Deeper into

the Bliss of Dying to Union with the One.

I Am that Lamb, that Shepherd, that Blood,

that River of Life Flowing Eternally —

The Lamb bleating to the wolves,

as teeth clamp down around the throat —

Drink —

You are that I Am too, my brothers.

You are this same I Am sent out.