The shepherd, one eye tear-filled, has lost his lamb. Far from his distant home he has searched, the constant tools of his trade, staff and noose, still solidly in his hand, yet to no avail. At this moment, he has lost grip on the certainty of his world. Presumably lost in space, the weight of his familiar planet still forms a kind of dark halo around his brain. He closes his eyes that he might somehow see. All the other planets, stars, and sun seem to wait in constant repose. It is the meteors, those restless catalysts of change that carry the distant lamb with the delicate halo of light seemingly straight toward the earth. The psalm of old must come to mind: “The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.” One wonders if it is indeed the teary-eyed shepherd in the foreground who is lost. Though presently unbeknownst to him, this scene is yet a hopeful one in which “the lost lamb” thru inward reflection and prayer will soon discover his savior.