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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Beyond


Trusting 
I put my head 
between strong jaws

a hungry lion
hungry
 for one such as I
could close down
sharply
severing
my innocence 
from my dread 

This lion won't be tamed
a leash falls off
he's not safe 

a walk
through the wardrobe
reminds me
he's gentle and kind
as he eats me
licks my wounds
chews my thoughts
spits my tempers 
throws me up on his back
without a scratch
to let me ride
the wind of his breath

I cling
 abandoned
with ecstacy  
to his thick mane 
flying to
beyond 
merely 
me

There are tearstained watermarks on this page; if you can see them, I love you for it. This came out whole, as is. A waterbirth, witnessed, midwife'd and doula'd carefully. Provision. 

8 comments:

Phoenix-Karenee said...

Further up and further in, indeed ... and while not a tame lion, He is certainly to be trusted with consuming us while making us whole.

Love the memories evoked by this, alongside the present gift of a new perspective. Thank you for sharing!

Maureen said...

Really wonderful, Kathleen. Wednesdays are Christmas presents indeed!

S. Etole said...

the lion with a gentle roar ... beautiful

togetherforgood said...

flying/ to beyond/ merely/ me

love that.

Bree said...

mmmm, beautiful.

em said...

What a rush it is to put faith in Someone so strong and powerful...love it, Kathleen! Great picture!

Kathleen said...

Thanks ladies. You all inspire me. :)

Grandma Pam said...

And we are so loved - are we not!