When a lioness puffs loudly in chase
Its game triumph
For they know
Their fleeing tactics drain their murderers
So even when caught
They face death with a smile
II
When the goat bleats loudly in running
All know there is danger
That is, if nanny is not in sight
Chances are, its deeds do chase
Or its graves calls out
Either way, none pleasant
III
When a dog takes the opposite picture of a cat and barks loudly
It smells danger like a repugnant scent
And wishes it away
But fears the coward tag
So calls for audience before it pounces
Eyes, its bravery enhances
IV
I wish to step into no shoes
Of a hungry lioness nor a bleating goat
Of a cowardly dog nor a nerdy cat
Just hold my hand when slime’s slip shines
Hold my head up when the sun does burn
Until my last sun sets, Maker of me!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2016
Amen!!! 🙂
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I too long to be neither predator or prey or a coward. I long for that Day when the lion and the lamb lie down in me in peace and all in the world the same. I’m always amazed by how many levels I can connect with in your poetry and yet, you live in such a different world than mine and so far away. Amazing.
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Amazing Pam. Really. Life was created unfairly, this eat me for that to grow bit is scary.
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Adam and Eve had it cushy but chose sin, their own desire for god-hood. Their fall initiated the creation of a fallen world in which one creature must die for another to live. This is the crux of blood sacrifice, it’s spiritual meaning, our cruel reality. How amazing is Jesus who instead, offered His own body and blood as food and drink, in order to break the cycle, and open the door that leads to restoration with God and a return to that perfect paradise. Hold on, little sister. Jesus is coming again soon and the meek will inherit the earth. Love you.
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Love you too sweet Pamela. Thank you for your kind words.
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