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Sheep
More
than a holy creature,
sheep
are our natural companions,
a
heritage stretching back
to
times of ancient shepherds.
Don’t
mistake their foolish ways
for
a lack of sense.
Here
is ancient guile,
knowledge
of the real world.
The
fleece is a timeless symbol,
pure
or tainted,
alternating
between brilliant white
and
unadorned grey or black:
while
we humans try to tame
our
hostile environments
the
sheep is simple proof
of
the sacred in the wild.
One of four poems written by Charles Jobson in response to paintings at the BEAT (Borough of Ealing Art Trail) exhibit at St John's Church, West Ealing in September 2019.
The painting is entitled Looking Eastward, by the artist and © Kim McLaughlin.
Poem © Charles Jobson. For permission to re-use contact godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.
