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Feed my sheep; so that's what Peter did.

No time to worry over heresy,

Nor set down creeds; just do as he was bid.

Feed my sheep.

But we live beside a different sea,

Muddied by long centuries of pain,

Stark disillusion, death and apathy,

Where faith becomes a weapon for the vain,

Crushing hope, disabling empathy,

Until Love is sewered with the rain,

Feed my sheep.

Brian Hick June 2013

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