Silence Of The Shepherds Poem by Charles Karia

Have you been alone at the mountaintop?
To cry about the ready yet restrained whip,
And hear the lament of God who is now a stranger,
To his own contented and undiscerning messager.

Have you felt his heart's groaning, grieving and agony?
And beheld the upstreched hand of the almighty,
Ready to strike the blind priest executing own plan,
And care not of the master's heart, plan or design.

Have you heard about sin and vices; the silence?
Yet the pampering of saintsis ceaseless?
Promises loudly told, but condations concealed -
You will drive and not walk, thus says the lord!

Prophets go to the mountain of his presence,
And wait in patience where they carefully distill,
Clear waters of his voice, while resting at his feet.
Of the flock and themselves, what's in his scroll.