Trusting
I put my head
between strong jaws
a hungry lion
hungry
for one such as I
for one such as I
could close down
sharply
severing
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
through the wardrobe
reminds me
he's gentle and kind
as he eats 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
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:
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!
Really wonderful, Kathleen. Wednesdays are Christmas presents indeed!
the lion with a gentle roar ... beautiful
flying/ to beyond/ merely/ me
love that.
mmmm, beautiful.
What a rush it is to put faith in Someone so strong and powerful...love it, Kathleen! Great picture!
Thanks ladies. You all inspire me. :)
And we are so loved - are we not!
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