Saturday, 8 March 2014

A Vision.. A March...



Global March for Lions 
Today, somewhere,
another roar has been silenced
by bullet or deadly bow
and a betrayed spirit departed
to wherever the Wild Ones go

Today, somewhere,
an executioner
has hung up his weapon of death,
boasted his tale of a bloody kill
and his victim’s last agonising breath

Today, somewhere,
another heart has broken
and bitter, despairing tears wept
and a plea to the Sacred poured out to the night
drifting up to the angels where wishes are kept

In springtime last year I had a vision
that the King Stag was standing
on a lonely high peak
so faithfully
in the mist of the magic
so patiently ,
hurting, with the tragic,
waiting for us to grow into our Heroes

and in our thousands we gathered before Him
and knelt in a fervent prayer
that the Light would descend down to Earth
and live in every mind here

With a thousand sighs of the wind
and in a beat of the Earth’s wise heart
the tears of outraged Love
are carving out a new path

The hands of the heroes have reached
across the cultures,
the colours,
the divide,
to fight the horror,
the twisted,
the sick,
of the lions bred to die

Christine Jordaan, 2014
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