The Shepard

It was a long time ago, but it is a moment I won't forget.
He sat, quiet and alone. It was just him and I in the room before they came.
He was old but aware. He sensed his time was near. Neither of us spoke. He simply sat there. His body suggested his mind was in a meditative state. If I hadn't seen his eyes I would have thought he was asleep. He was looking at me, through me. Filled with great sadness, it was as if he was reaching out for understanding. He needed to know that I forgave him for what was to come. As his servant what I was meant to do. I prepared a meal. I brought out the silver utensils, The wine glasses and fine threaded cloths. The table was prepared before him.
He was content it seemed, at peace when they came. He never touched the food. He simply smiled at me. He was thankful for my service even after his betrayal. He never took his eyes off me. Even as they killed him. The peace he carried with him surpassed mortal understanding. He died with love in his eyes.
Even though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death I will fear no evil for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.