Black Sheep
born, the ewe in
the manger in hiding
of what she would birth,

a
lamb
of a different
color, a Black
Sheep unconcerned
with opposing realms, 
heavenly and netherworldy,
chewed her own umbilical cord
free, hopped out of the manger kicking
over the oil lamp, straw caught fire, the
Firebrand's long black duster to her ankles,
took the pitchfork, tossed straw out of the center,
scored the dirt floor in a ritual circle, jumped into the
Ring of Fire,

no
Christian
congregation
to destroy Wiccan
belief...outcast of
renegade fame, Jesus
as the Good Shepherd loving
something rare - a Black Sheep.

Copyright 11/22/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist