12.10.2016

Contemplative Poem Fourteen

O true Lion,
O true King of Beasts,
O true stalker in the desert,
O seeker of prey,
I fear you!

O only predator who has right to hunt,
A prey that cannot him escape,
(a prayer I can’t enunciate),
The pale sand speaks and roars!

O I have been consumed,
O I have forgotten your love, presumed,
You are savage!

O Keep me flying from your claws,
O Keep me rising with wings into the sky,
O You approach, it sounds, your dusty paws,
O You are the one for whom I rise,
O I relinquish my physique, worn beneath your grip,
Then I am re-knit!

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