The King
At the door, a Lion stood,
looking at me.
Puzzled, I wondered why he
was there?
The two of us stared at one
another.
I needed to move, get out of
his way.
He progressed towards me; I
was tense.
When he yawned, I saw his large,
lion molars!
Was he tired from running
long hunt
for nightly prey, stopping
here to rest?
Mane of gold encircled his
head,
a symbol of royalty,
stateliness.
Wisdom emanated from his
presence.
He stalked closer with
powerful paws.
Abiding before me, he rubbed
his head
against my folded arms.
His greeting
of gentleness was a soft
touch of the Lamb.
The alarm jolted me from my
dream.
Marlene Million is a retired
insurance secretary from her husband's business and grandmother of four. She
has published two chapbooks and belongs to several writers’ groups. She had a
poem on display at Indianapolis Arts Garden the month of February, 2013 and has
been published in a variety of venues.
Wonderful poem Marlene. I know One who is as regal as a lion & gentle as a lamb, THE LORD...I enjoyed your poem. I'd like to have the same dream you described! Good wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteChristine, the dream was surprising and wonderful! Yes, I know the One who is
ReplyDeleteregal as a lion and gentle as a lamb.--Our Lord. An artist in our group said the lion could be my animal totem. Thank you for your comments!
Take care, Marlene