I saw a painting of a lone cowboy riding into a storm and tried to recreate it with words.
We call him Cowboy
What makes a man
ride into a wind whipped, gray-green storm cloud,
forsaking the comfort of coffee
to search for a stray?
Who, in their right mind,
takes on lightening streaked uncertainty
to help some ungrateful critter?
We call him “Cowboy”.
Jesus called him a “Good Shepherd”.
Jeff Hildebrandt © 2005
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