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 pat...