The Black Sheep Becomes a Monster

A bleeding sheep wandered
In the woods, running away
From the friendly fire
That was meant to protect his heart.
Isolated from hope,
Calloused by unforgiveness,
Pursued by skepticism
And bitten by narcissism,
It was a only a matter of time
When Jekyll turned into Hyde. 

Being maimed can produce 

An empathy that comforts others;
But not so with this lamb.
Poisoned, he became a wolf
That ravishes as much as
He was left destitute.
The victim now a criminal.
The lost prey now the predator.

Perhaps to make this world
Pay as it made you pay.
But in what world
Have you seen that selfishness
Heals childhood wounds?
Where have you seen
Becoming as your enemy
Fixes the harm that was done,
Or stop what evil may come in the future?
You are as
What has been done to you.
How is that any better?

Our family loved our lamb.
Kindness leads to repentance,
And so we thought that chances
For understanding would be the revival
Of his soul.
But the prodigal son remains
Distant; hiding fangs until one comes
Too close. To love
Means a separation,
Lending to a destruction
That in its pain produces a mirror.

Maybe in your sorrow and loneliness
You will accept the past,
Acknowledge the world isn’t alone
In its guilt, and accountability
Was yours once you left home.
But in the quiet, I hope you recognize
The shame you carry
And lies believed
Can be buried in the ground.
Never forgotten, still beloved,
We stand by your side
Praying that Christ’s grace will heal
The burdens you bear.

Covered in Blood, sanctification makes
Condemnation for the past amiss.
O brother, I wish you to be whole!
You are not too far gone.
I have seen a-holes turn into men
After years upon decades transformed
Them into a facade.
As long as there is breath in your body,
I know there is a chance for you
To come home.
Please.

The door is still open.  You are still cherished
Even if your actions bring irritation.
But while you sit
And wallow;
Muse and ponder;
Blame and contrive
Until you realize the complete Truth,
I will sit on the porch
Bargaining a Throne room for your defense
Until I see your face
Again, little lamb.