The Lamb, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

BOUGUEREAU William-Aldophe, Innocence 1873
William-Adolphe Bouguereau, The Innocence (1873)

The Lamb, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My first Lamb is so soft so innocent,
Will have Him constantly within my sight.
From any danger will move Him distant,
Shall forever love Him with all my might.

Now He has grown to be one to behold,
Many travel far for it is He they seek.
He is the real one I have been told,
It is hard to believe for Him so meek.

They have come and taken Him in the night.
No can’t be, they’ve removed Him to slaughter.
Oh my heart aches, as I grieve for His fright.
His body and blood lay on the altar.

He has been dead three days. Now all to be awed.
My Son you are truly, the Lamb of God.




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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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