A poemI wrote in high school...can't believe it's been 12 years.

He was as old as the bones
of the weary universe
and he came to break their hearts
of ageless stone
he hung above the house of bread
a star that shook the cold
from hearts of shepherds
their lantern flames long dead

He was young as a yearling lamb
led in the pastures of headless men
contently, quietly
he stretched out his hands
to hang above the place of skulls
a star in the horizon
of zealots astray,
a light in the eyes
of the faithful brave


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