The lions’ arena
is full of medical equipment
The roar of the lions is the
great radiation ring whirring
The crowd leaning forward with
thumbs at the ready
wears chemotherapy gowns
It’s a hot day
and a restless hum is in the air
The masks of everyone’s faces
are beginning to slip
As we enter naked and
shackled the
crowd is hushed
The outcome is anyone’s guess
and God’s to toss into the
arena’s dust we’ve
been since birth
waiting for this moment’s
test
There’s no signal to start
all is already closing in
A star glimmers overhead
for each of us
wanting the best
Our hearts have already
entered paradise
and come to
rest
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5/28/12 (From Down at the Deep End, progressing)
Sorry that such beauty has to come out of such pain. Love and chocolate, Mus.
Thank you for your sweet comment. I also love your Frogs Without Borders, who are themselves healers of sorts… alhamdulillah. There’s one frog (Nature program on TV last night) in the Kalahari desert, who during the dry season burrows down into the mud and may stay there for years before emerging again! That’s patience! (Shaykh Junaid said “Sufism is having patience with patience.”)