From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
My sheepness
sometimes speaks
in my attempts
at good Samaritan-like deeds
and warms my heart
with knowing
I have passed on grace
and am perhaps
a vessel used by God.
My goatliness
is something else.
Omissions can be numbered every day.
Perhaps I see
the whiny and the wimpy
and overlook the need.
Perhaps I turn away annoyed
at one who
seems to want
to bleed me dry.
Perhaps I give
my version of tough love
to those who
need a listening ear.
And yet my goat
consumes my life.
My goat in independence fierce
has no desire
for goatherd to direct its path
or take its milk.
My willful goat
prefers reliance on
resources of its own.
I know not how to give up goathood
and be a sheep of God’s own fold.
I sense division in my soul
and know not means
or cause to form reunion.
Oh God, come separate!
Unite!
Take best of both
and make me whole.
MIRACLES EACH DAY 
I fear that I, too, am sometimes a goat. 😦 I am grateful for a good shepherd.
Thanks for sharing. Sometimes we want to be a goat and do what we want to do, other than being a sheep and staying in the fold where it is safe with the shepherd. Lost sheep are found and brought back, but there are some who never returns and remain lost because the wolf has lured them away. We are all sheep in God’s pasture, but we have to be aware of our surroundings. May the Lord keep us all together and protected safely under the shadow of his wings. Have a great weekend.