Docile Are The Lions

Docile are the lions which lie on the addendum of my dream.
Passive symbols; massively carved in the stone I only see.
I hearken to the gentle nudging of my fast beating heart.
I give in to the calling whilst rebuking the trailing tow of dark.

Quiet said the inner man; shush now so that He may speak.
Silences creep…silent like to stone lions that eternally sleep.
I close my eyes and now, oh now I see.

I see mountains which peak beyond the sky.
I see now where dreams and wishes can truly fly.
I see hope rise above the clouds of doom.
I see the son of man coming soon.

I see, I dream… and now at last I hear Him speak.
Docile are these lions for the lamb in me…

J. Allen Wilson © 2-2008