The shepherds are deceitful, who
bring a ravenous wolf into the fold.
They hand him sheep – treacherously, hidden,
forgetting their sacred duty.
And the flock, alas, with a short memory,
does not recall the evils in their dire state,
that not one but many a predator has torn them apart
and crushed them with suffering and grief.
In such a ruined sheepfold,
life darkens and turns bitter.
And the conquering faith fades away
of the lamb in cowardly eyes.
A David is needed – to lead him
and guard him from the cruel beasts.
And the flock, through all adversities,
to free itself from evil with a fiery spirit.
To share his life with the sheep,
and chase the predator far away.
Ready to be the sharp sword
by his warm woolen bedding.
Where, today, is such a Holy Love
of a Shepherd, inspired from Heaven?
Is there one on earth already
in this time of the red sunset?
Have the wolves in sheep’s clothing not started
to deceive the gullible flocks?
And who then, with sincerity, will be able
to call their fear freedom?
You, O Lord, with most sacred Zeal,
pasture the sheep Yourself in Your Spirit,
and punish with fiery Gehenna
the hired hand who corrupts the Word!
For if the sheepfold has no fence
and no man of God to watch over the flock,
the wolf, with insatiable rage, will attack
and leave bloody trails...
Stefan Glavchev
(The Rise of the Fall)
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