Seeing Me Within
by Mae Mills
Four lambs are looking so beautiful without spots and blemishes in waiting to be lead by a trusted man.
The fire is hot on the altar. Lamb after lamb is offered to God.
The last lamb gave a little struggle.
Why are you struggling lamb, asked his trusted owner?
Why must we lambs who are beautiful without spots or blemishes be killed for GOD?
We offer GOD our best, always!
How about that lady you played with in the clover, is she GOD?
Your told her she was the best! Oh God you are the best, you kept saying to her.
Was she GOD?
Go lamb, away from camp and keep your mouth shut before I eat you for chops!
The lamb walked a ways and turned to say, you killed my sisters and brothers, before running away.
The man thought about the lady and what they did in the clovers.
He went to his wife and told her.
She YELLED at him so loud that the running away lamb heard her. Gawdammmm You! Go away from camp and shut your mouth up before I beat you, lamb chop!
The lamb stopped and saw the man running away from his wife.
When the man reached a place to sit and rest, the lamb walked over to ask him how he was feeling.
The trusted owner of the lamb cried like a baby.
I am so sorry lamb.
What for, are you crying, GOD?
I am not GOD. The lady that was with me in the clovers is not GOD, either.
You are so sorry!
Why be offering BEAUTIFUL LAMBS to GOD?
Why be a trusted owner to me and NOT YOUR WIFE?
Do you still trust me, lamb?
Because I am smart.
When I grow up to be a full grown ewe, you will call me, dumb.
That's because the sheep are dumb!
When you were an unborn human, you grew to be a child.
When you grew up, you became a man.
That's true, lamb.
Where did you learn all of this to be so smart, lamb?
She told all her lambs after you sheared her wool.
She said, humans will try to pull the wool over your eyes when they say you are dumb.
DON'T LISTEN TO THAT, MY LAMBS.
We have wool and meat for humans.
They take and take from us.
They even have an unknown they hold their out stretched arms up to in the sky.
They say, GOD this and GOD that.
They don't think like us but yet they tell us we would drown ourselves without their watching us at the bubbling brook.
Your momma was not dumb.
You sold her.
She produced a lot of wool and yes I sold her and your daddy to Elder Hosea over the hill, there.
Come with me, lamb.
I will take you to your parents.
Oh No! You aren't pulling the wool over my eyes!
Lamb you don't have much wool,yet.
You are the one who is dumb.
You think, by seeing the outside of lambs and not for the real beauty within me.
I am, Just saying what's on my mind in this Forum.
A story come through me and I posted it just now.