Posted on 01/08/2002 9:58:23 AM PST by Sabertooth
War clouds loom on many horizons, and yet unlikely stories from far, untraveled paths are sometimes so powerful they turn our heads from the rumbles of tombs and rumors of bombs. So it is, in these past few days, that many eyes across the world have turned to Kenya, to witness the inconceivable friendship grown between a young lioness and an baby antelope.
In a time when man is killing man for thoughts, defense, and vengeance… where good and evil are contending on a vast scale, and though the outcome is certain, the struggle will be long and bloody… How is it that since about Christmastime, a fearsome predator, might hearken to an echo of mercy and take up with its prey?
Scientists will seek to explain it to us. They have much knowledge and may very well answer the question, "how?" There will surely be truth in what they tell.
And yet… and yet…
Why?
The Oryx and the Lioness
Young oryx and her lioness arose
And stretched. Our distant ken then dimly yawned:
Her orphan had no dam... Yet, love? God knows.
We smiled that cat and kid had purred and fawned.She hearkened to the antelope as hers,
A roar of Judah's past and future fleece.
Deep in the darkest countenance, what stirs?
What breath behooves ferocious hearts to peace?Their paths now crossed, her oryx at her side,
The lioness approached the pond to drink.
But nature's other hungers crouch and hide;
In underbrush, a fateful pride may slink..By other jaws, her oryx lamb was met…
Isaiah's oracle is not quite yet.
Spill beans hawk...
When you posted, were you in coyote skins?
BTW, Frost just kicks Whitmans can into the river, doesn't he?
It wasn't poetry...
It was prose of a marginal disregard.
Though many will 'love' some will yet hate,
Tomorrow's 'Light' guarantees a better fate.
Thank you, Sabertooth.
But certainly not so unexpected. Someone said this almost 3000 years ago:
Isa 65:25
"The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock: and dust (shall be) the serpent's meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the LORD."
The Sabertooth makes the kill, spilling words upon the ground. Saygap comes to gnaw the bones
Saygap says to the great Sabertooth , I can never kill like you, but I am honored to eat the scraps of your table.
Love your work. Always give me a PING. F.H.
Came a young oryx standing at her side
Perhaps a replacement for her pride?
It seems though now we'll never know
The young oryx will never grow.
A hungry lion, snuck in unawares,
Has ended the gawking, and the stares.
Till Christ comes, is the refrain
We will endure such bitter pain.
You are a talented poet;
And I didn't know it!
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