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The Oryx and the Lioness ........ (poem)
January 8th, 2002 | Sabertooth

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.



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To: Sabertooth
Sabertooth, I used to write lots of poems and read lots of poety, which doesn't mean much, but all I can say, is that poem is beautiful! Next time you get inspired, flag me again please.
61 posted on 01/09/2002 12:28:36 PM PST by Prodigal Daughter
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To: Sabertooth
Nice poem and pictures. These animals look hungry.
62 posted on 01/09/2002 12:32:29 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Prodigal Daughter
Next time you get inspired, flag me again please.

Thanks. I don't claim inspiration, but there are a few things posted on my profile page. Another one I posted recently is...

Chronoglyphics


63 posted on 01/09/2002 12:42:13 PM PST by Sabertooth
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To: Sabertooth
Chronoglyphics, thank you for the link, I just read it, is very beautiful too.

I disagree with all the cannabis posters that it's psychedelic. It was very realistic. I loved it until the last two lines, "true myth" (which anyway isn't true, it's still mythology, maybe that's what you were getting at); I have an aversion to mythology, having come out of all of that counterfeit misery into Truth/joy, but it's your poem, not mine, and all but the last two lines were amazing.

I think you were contemplating God and got a little taken aback and reeled in the spirituality, made it more worldly towards the end, but that's just my two unsolicited, unasked for, drachmas. Thanks again for the poems.

64 posted on 01/09/2002 1:34:08 PM PST by Prodigal Daughter
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To: Sabertooth
Thank you for another beautiful poem, a wonderful tribute to another of nature's mysteries.

Incredible words, incredible poet.

65 posted on 01/09/2002 3:32:28 PM PST by DKNY
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To: Sabertooth
Thanks for the ping, good job on the poem!
66 posted on 01/09/2002 4:10:39 PM PST by NCEaglette
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To: Prodigal Daughter
Chronoglyphics... I loved it until the last two lines, "true myth" (which anyway isn't true, it's still mythology, maybe that's what you were getting at); I have an aversion to mythology, having come out of all of that counterfeit misery into Truth/joy

What I was getting at was the concept of mythic truth and the One True Myth, as seen in Tolkien and Lewis.

Here's an account of their famous conversation that led to Lewis' conversion to Christ...

"Mythos" in Greek means story or plot, not something false. Both the poorly thought-out scientific reductionism and literalist fundamentalism unite to destroy a proper appreciation of story in the sense Tolkien meant it. Even C.S. Lewis, certainly a classically educated man, originally thought of the Greek and other primordial myths as "lies," until on a walk with Tolkien, the latter suddenly turned in one of those great moments of revelation and firmly said, "they are not lies." The "true myth" of the Gospel is "a myth that has really happened," Tolkien said, but because it is through God's gift that men are story tellers, every story is a partial reflection of the True Light that has come into the world, from man's beginnings to the present. God expresses himself through the minds of poets. The difference was that God is the poet who made the true story of the Gospel. This revelation, a personal word from Tolkien to Lewis, was so earthshaking that shortly after, Lewis became a Christian and began his own famous mythmaking about the great war at the heart of all myths.

LINK


What I was speaking to is the hidden mythic context that pervades our existence. The Truth that exists in the Universe that eludes material explanation, yet is so tantalizingly close that we often take it for granted... and I think you and I both agree that we shouldn't.


67 posted on 01/09/2002 4:52:28 PM PST by Sabertooth
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To: Sabertooth
Thanks for the explanation and the link, (not sure I'm convinced about Tolkien). And thank you again for the poetry.
68 posted on 01/10/2002 8:14:44 AM PST by Prodigal Daughter
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To: Sabertooth
Her orphan had no dam... Yet, love? God knows....

Isaiah's oracle is not quite yet.

Whoa, chills again. This duo came together around Christmas time, according to the article, and inspired African Christians... and this beautiful poem. Mysterious ways, indeed.(^: Thank you so much for adding me to your ping list, Sabertooth.

69 posted on 01/10/2002 5:28:39 PM PST by Ragtime Cowgirl
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Thanks for the PING! You always write such wonderful pieces!!! Admiration, friend!!

Miss Am.P., I am in agreement! This is a slice of the goodness yet to come! Kinda like a tease....something to whet your apetite? The end is nearer...Come Lord Jesus, Come!

70 posted on 01/11/2002 6:53:44 PM PST by ~EagleNebula~
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To: philman_36
Look out Sabertooth! Philman here is doing pretty well!! Nice work, P_36!
71 posted on 01/11/2002 6:55:34 PM PST by ~EagleNebula~
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To: ~EagleNebula~
Amen Brother
72 posted on 01/11/2002 6:58:59 PM PST by MissAmericanPie
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To: ~EagleNebula~; MissAmericanPie
Thank you both. I'm humbled by your accolades.
73 posted on 01/12/2002 2:34:19 AM PST by philman_36
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To: Sabertooth
As u shud b
74 posted on 01/12/2002 2:46:30 AM PST by DooDahhhh
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