shepherd sheltering a trembling lamb from the rain

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This is not an image. It is a breath. A sacred moment suspended between fear and mercy. The storm rages around, but the center is still — made still by the power of tenderness. The shepherd does not protect with strength, but with presence. His fingers, rough from the earth, hold the lamb like a prayer. The light comes from within, not the sky. This is love that expects nothing, gives everything, and endures without explanation. It is the most human and , in the same time, the most divine image