Jillian Means Youth

Her dress flows 

Like the dance on

The pasture

She is led to like a sheep

The Good Shepherd

Surrounds her with

His Gate

And begs her not to leave

For the wolfs 

Are hungry during

The night

Searching for the game

In her pasture

She lies around

And thinks

What lies beyond The Gate

So in the dead of

The pitch-black night

She hops

Youthfully like a bunny rabbit

As the black sheep tries,

Running from the wolves

To bring

Her back to The Gate

She hears the call of

Her worried parents

Asking her

To come on home and drink

So, wandering the land,

She skips youthfully

Walking into

The castle with a naive softness

But the parents pick her up,

Tie her up fastly

On an

Altar, ready to be sacrificed

But before they pick up

The knife for her to

Be slained, 

She gnaws at the rope

And noticing the exit,

She skips youthfully back,

Finds the 

Black sheep that the wolves refuse to eat

And steadily we prance back,

The Shepherd is relieved,

Throwing her

A welcome-home party with His sheep

And in The Gate,

The youthful sheep finds

Safety in,

As she freely dances youthfully all over the land.