On arid days,
when soul paces long
through bitter grasses,
allowing them to brush against
the want of passion’s drink,
when unrelenting hunger
mocks at royal rank
with taunting pangs
of unwilling prey’s escape,
increasing heaviness of trudging,
and when,
beneath acacia’s soothing shade,
reprise from treading (and hunt
for self)
finds only fear of fitful,
lone demise,
this hope remains:
that padded feet
will find a gentler prairie
and lion will lay down with the lamb.
In a list
A contest entry
- One Poem A Week...A Series/Week 12 Featuring Lionslove by poet2angels.
800 points, ended April 7, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 13 of 13
-
Very well done from start to finish. One can actually feel that they are on the Savannah. I love this part "and when,
beneath acacia’s soothing shade,
reprise from treading (and hunt
for self)
finds only fear of fitful,
lone demise," Congrats on the Bronze
-
Precious.
A lovely inspired piece that touches the soul.
I'd like to think he's looking down below, and see's how much he's loved.
I surely miss him so. Thanks for sharing my friend.
poeticweaver
-
Oh, since i live in South Africa this poem spoke right to my heart, my essence. This is beautiful and I loved the ending... yes, all things are possible and I could see the savannahs, the acacia's, the lion and the lambs here. A wonderful serenity about this poem!
~ Nicolette
-
Lynda was right, I know I love this one, and these lines, I find comfort in, as it does help us see that he is peacefully walking in a gentle place now,
"this hope remains:
that padded feet
will find a gentler prairie
and lion will lay down with the lamb."
Thank you for this wonderful write...
Best of luck in this contest!!
-
-
Thank you so much for you comment. I am pleased to find that these words could provide some comfort.
-
-
Lovely descriptions, "bitter grasses," "taunting pangs" and "acacia's soothing shade." Beautiful "finds only fear of fitful, lone demise," and outstanding concluding lines. A "gentler prairie" of peace is, I would imagine, an anticipated joy for all species. And humankind, cast in the very image of God, needs to lead the way.
-
-
Thanks so much, Diane!
-
-
Beautiful!
"this hope remains:
that padded feet
will find a gentler prairie
and lion will lay down with the lamb."
I love those lines....It helps me to see him walking in such a gentle peaceful place...Thank you for touching his memory, and all of us with this lovely poem...
Lynda
-
Really beautifully expressed piece. Your imagery and metaphor are meaningful and vivid. There seems to be no uneeded word and the rhythm and flow are impeccable.
There is depth here; the search for self, passion, and perhaps more. You take us through a dry land without making the reading burdensome. Then the upturn of a hopeful ending lifts us when we need it most.
-
This makes one feel that even in the depths of the cold seasons, the sun will shine eventually, to be patient and all things turn. It is beautifully described. Love, C
-
-
I think you can count on it, Chez.
Thank you for taking time to leave your thoughts here.
-
-
This is simply lovely. The images in this were amazing enough. What is more so is that you have described precisely how I feel. I cannot wait to the day where that hope is made reality. Truly one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever read.
-
-
Wow, those are very kind words. I am so glad that I could touch your heart.
Be blessed!
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 13 of 13
