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BLESSED AT THE MOUNT OF BEATITUDES
Israel Pilgrimage—1986
At the Mount of Beatitudes
Wayne[1] suggests we each find
a quiet spot to spend
time alone with God
so I stroll along a pathway
surrounding the church
built in the name of
the Lord’s great message
to the multitudes
In a few moments I hear baa baaing
and follow the sound to the top of a hill
with sheep and a shepherd in view below
I sit on a low wall
to watch and carefully listen
for the voice of my Shepherd
amid plaintive bleating
I, too, am one of His sheep
I, too, have things to tell him
and don’t want to miss
anything He might have to say
This is communion—
a lamb with her Shepherd
I bask awhile in sweet serenity
aware of a holy presence
as the sheep graze
and the shepherd, like Jesus
carefully tends his flock
Afterward, we pilgrims come together—
No one else heard the sheep
No one else saw the shepherd
The interlude was for me alone
a gift from my God—
a simple blessing
to one little lamb He loves
Maude Carolan Pych
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