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 —
You are that I Am too, my brothers.
You are this same I Am sent out.