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The lion Marches in loudly
declaring his intention
to be noticed.
Unrelenting,
his presence is forceful,
unfeeling,
and bold.
“I am here”
he declares.
His roar voracious,
whirling through the yet empty branches
causing turmoil and discord.
Disharmony and confusion
follow
the wake of his wailing.
The howling increases.
Fierce winds
follow his cries.
Shivering,
biting strands of tempest
seek out
and slap away
memories of just yesterday’s
warmth and calm.
Where is the promised lamb?
In the winter of continued discontent,
will he yet disappoint
with his disappearance?
Amidst the swirling rampage
a glimmer of hope arises,
a reassurance that
as time Marches on,
the lion will leave,
so we can welcome the Lamb.
Anna M. Molgard
©2014 Faithsong Publications, LLC
www.faithsongmusic.com
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