The Watcher


 The Watcher


The eyes aglow were watching

The forest in the night,

And sat atop a redwood

In shadowy moonlight.


This percher listened closely

For movement on the ground,

As North winds blew through swifty

Enhancing ev’ry sound.


The snapping of dry kindling

Sent creatures scurrying;

The watcher called out loudly

Atop the redwood tree,


“Hoo?  Who is in this forest?

Hoo?  Who has breached our realm?

Who dares disrupt our kingdom?”

Asked the Watcher from his helm.


A timid lamb stepped forward,

And bowed before the guard.

“I beg your pardon, Wise One,

This winter’s been so hard.


I’ve wandered from the Shepherd,

And lost my way back home.

I pray you give me mercy

For I am all alone.”


The lamb was all a shiver

Despite it’s wooly coat.

The Watcher motioned quickly,

“Please, bring the royal robe.”


The lamb was covered gently

In love and tender care.

“We are the Shepherd’s children;

You’re always welcome here.


The Shepherd is returning.

He told us to prepare-

To watch, and love with passion;

To guard His Word with care.”


The Watcher is the sentry,

Who warns that time is near.

“Safeguard your heart completely,

The Shepherd will appear.”


Take heed, my friend, please listen.

His promise still remains…

He’s coming for the Watchers

Who call upon His name.


B.G. Jenkins ©2017


My eyes stay open through the watches of the night,

that I may meditate on your promises.

Psalm 119:148


For my friend, Debbie Williams and her love of owls.


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