I drove home with hay in the truck bed, thinking of shepherds and stones. Some build temples from silence, others protect the flock with truth. And I—still crying out—wait for the one who will hear the sheep before the shouting fades.
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I drove home with hay in the truck bed, thinking of shepherds and stones. Some build temples from silence, others protect the flock with truth. And I—still crying out—wait for the one who will hear the sheep before the shouting fades.