Why does she wander from his care? Why does she stray from his protection?
Her shepherd risks his life to secure for her lush, sheltered pasture, yet she chooses brambles on the cliff-edge. She fills her belly with beautiful weeds, happy. But oblivious. Unaware of the poison within.
She slips. She tumbles toward danger. Un-kept and defenseless.
For if she thinks at all, she believes she does not need his care. She spurns his pasture, his safety, his nurture.
Until she needs rescue.
Until, in fear, she cries out.
Until none other comes with aid.
For he alone has the power to save.
He alone rescues the bruised and battered.
For his care births from a love unmatched.
He loves with love unimagined.
I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep … My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of My hand. (John 10:11, 27-28)
O little sheep, cliff edges tempt. Daily.
But happy on the edge of the cliff don’t be.
Painting: Our English Coasts (Strayed Sheep) by William Holman Hunt, 1852