Shepherd Time

Shepherd Time

Susan Shea

In my counseling room in school
I couldn’t say that we were in the
jubilant field surrounded by the
singing trees of the forest waiting.
I couldn’t tell the boy who had just
punched his troubles onto the face
of another boy that our shepherd
was sitting with us now, right next
to us at our table, leading us through
the high way of today’s situation.
But, the harsh light softened as the
boy’s giants started leaving the room.
I could hear the boy’s voice quiet.
I could see his eyes take on light.
I could tell better days were coming.

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Susan Shea
Poet & Retired School Psychologist

Susan has been published in Pudding, Plainsongs, The Bluebird Word, The Agape Review, and in anthologies: Moonstone Arts Center: The Weight of Motherhood, and Wingless Dreamer: The Darkness in Me. She has upcoming poetry in Last Stanza Poetry Journal and The Bookends Review, and in anthologies: Pure Slush: Lifespan: Achievement, and Poet’s Choice: Nostalgia.

Photography by Vruyr Martirosyan