I wrote the following poem a few years back out of sheer frustration at the spiritual market place and how hard it is to discern what is right and what is not.
Sheep and Wolves
“Those of you who would happy be,
Come along and follow me.
If you want your highest bliss
Do as I do, dress like this.
Check your brain in at the door,
You won't need that any more.
Hand your worldly goods to us;
We know best, so why the fuss?
Peace of mind it don't come cheap,
Now get in line with all the sheep!”
Shepherd's pie I hear them say;
Tell those sheep to run away!
Beware the wolves who dress like me,
So alike it's hard to see
Who'd be your guardian and your God,
Rule with kindness, not the rod.
Think of this when wolves are here:
The good shepherd inspires no fear.