Sunday, October 25, 2015

Feeding His Sheep

Photo Credit: Omayra Lopez Caruso


Omayra texted me a photo she took
of Antonio, now eight—
He was on his knees, feeding a lamb
out of his hand

My home is full of sheep—
It could even be called a sheep’s den
Sometimes my grandchildren
roam from room to room
trying to count them
but they never come close
to counting them all

Sometimes the little ones draw pictures
for me of sheep grazing or of lions and lambs
which I gladly display on the refrigerator door
There’s an assortment
of whimsical woolies on the windowsill
above the kitchen sink
and various sheep are featured
on coffee mugs in the cupboard
A comical lamb sits on top of the water cooler

Plush sleepy sheep lie on all the beds
novelties dangle from doorknobs
lamps and windows
There are finely carved olive wood sheep
on the china cabinet in the living room
not to mention cozy lamb sweaters
and socks in bureau drawers
lamb pins and pendants
stashed in my jewelry box

Lambs, lambs everywhere
lambs to make us smile
lambs to remind us
we’re here to feed
the hungry sheep

Feeding His sheep—
is what I do
by sharing a verse, a poem
a little money, a meal
all for the love of my Shepherd

Feeding His sheep—
just as my grandson, Antonio
is lovingly learning to do

Maude Carolan Pych


  1. Love this one, Maude, and the reminder it offers.

  2. Thanks, Barbara. Antonio is Kevin & Omayra's son. They now live in California. The photo touched my heart so much. I knew I'd have to write something.