Lion of Judah

I freeze
As my feet hit the snow-covered floor of the den.
There are lions here,
Waiting to attack.
I feel their breath on my skin,
The pulse of their
Giant lion paws
Padding along the ground
Behind me,
There paws that will
Move me
Toward their lion bodies
And their
Great manes.

And I am
Because it is snowing
And there are lions
And there is no place to run.

If I were Samson,
I'd rip you apart
And eat the honey from your side;
Or one of David's mighty men
Who could tear at you
With big bare hands;
And I would pull
Myself from this den
Just like Daniel did.

am no Daniel or David, and
am no destroyer of columns;
I cannot scale the walls of this den.

I cannot rip through your skin
(As if you had skin)
And eat my fill of the sweetness
From your wounded side.
So I stand here
As you circle me,
Frozen before your
Great padding feet,
And beg you to
Devour me.


Matthew said...

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Hannah Elisabeth said...

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I've never gotten tired of reading your stuff.
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