FEED MY SHEEP by Anita Brown

If you saw author Paulo Coelho on Oprah soul series you will know from whence my inspiration came!!

I thoroughly enjoyed his amazing life story and slept like a rock until I was awakened at 5 a.m. to pen the following. It flowed from me as I acknowledged my confidence arising in the blessing I have to share using my voice. We all have the ability to genuinely encourage and hold one another up. May we recognize how deeply our own hearts are filled each time we offer a kindness to another.

Feed My Sheep

speak truth into the hearts and minds and ears

of your fellow man

feed him the living bread of life

with your words

his ears will devour this very provision

like a hungry wolf

waiting in the dark, wooded corner

of his soul

he will

chew and chew

and chew

on your offering

until all at once

it will fill him to overflowing,

his mouth spewing

the prized excess

he will know

that this very sustenance

shall abide in him

all the rest of his days

at first, he will nervously proffer

just the fallen crumbs

to the starving,

lifeless

woolpack

questioning:

will these scraps

suffice

in fattening the calf?

repeatedly surrendering and trusting

the amplitude

And like a loaf growing

10 times in size,

this newly trained shepherd

shall find

his own speech

contains the proper nutrients

to nourish the

not-so innocent lambs

the sheep and shepherd

shall wander the pastures as ONE

contentment and purpose

perfuming

the dung-scented

meadow air

Anita Brown is a content mother of two teenagers and wife of 20 years, both of which she is grateful for every day. She began writing poetry in the fall of 2012 after a mini-breakdown cracked open her heart and allowed this newly found gift to shine through. Many months later, she is realizing the truth in the saying that ‘breakdown equals spiritual awakening’ as she is pleasantly shocked at how much more peace she has in her spirit and how that is reflected in her life. Anita loves yoga, dancing, traveling, cooking, walking her golden Sierra, and quiet evenings at home. She especially enjoys teaching meditation to under-served communities and listening to others as they express the same joy at the transformation occurring from such simple but regular practice.

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