The Lion's Return From Gatsemane

THE LION'S RETURN FROM GATSEMANE Heavens rained anger like winter When love forged a lion to lamb Even the knight knife failed, while knights fled. Wept and wet with dews of doomy night. The lamb is led and raid! By trails of bearded wolfs After the honey taste of a traitor’s kiss With the sting of complex whips The shepherd stumbled on fate! While his saintly trembling limbs Fumbled in an awkward romance on the crosslike parcel of the world’s flammy blame. With the force of a million stallions! Thou race through hells. And break the chains to create a name As thousand saintly souls liberate. Oh wounded lamb that broke the serpent’s horns. We lift thy name above the cross As the memories of thy love lingers through eternity! By: Immaculata Ortner