I lied in the grass
with the ants and the leaves
in the shade of the trees
the sun warming my feet.
A man with long hair and sad eyes
walked toward me, looking round
at all the children spread on the grass
Many were sleeping. Some were reading.
Some were thinking. Some were dead.
Oh his robe, stains of blood so red.
He sat down beside me and asked
"What are the happenings in the grass here, child?"
"We are reading the Book about you." I replied.
"And I have been sitting here asking
for you to come, and here you are."
"Here I am" He said.
Suddenly, the man vanished, and there
sitting in the grass when I looked up, was a lamb.
"Do you believe in me, sweet child?" asked the Lamb
"I believe in you, sweet Lamb." I said.
He looked around at all the children on the ground,
"Do they believe in me, sweet child?"
"Many do, many want to. Some don't.
Many wait here too, to see you like I do." I replied.
Then I looked into his eyes
So far sadder than mine could ever be
great shining tears, bigger than I could imagine
I was too much in awe with wonder of those eyes
to cry myself; for my small, trickling tears
would put this Lamb's eyes to shame.
"Do you love me, sweet child?" asked the Lamb
"I love you, sweet Lamb." I said.
Then the Lamb, small as he was, stood up
kissed me on the forehead and for a moment
I got to feel the softest wool in all of heaven
that made this earth's wool feel like ashes.
Then he turned and lightly bounded up the hill
Flowers growing where his hooves had been.
Stopping, only for a moment, to look back
At all the children lying in the grass.
Then, He was gone.
