the lion roars

the lion roars in pain

someone has stolen his heart

and the in place where courage lived

there is only an open wound

that festers

while wild fire burns nearby

how I long for the gentle healing rains

there is no way to bear a pain

that does not nurture life

we must surely find a softer way

these wounds that live inside

sometimes set the whole world on fire

but what will remain in the ash

if we do not look upon this suffering

tenderly

find a way to let our pain transform itself

seek a way to find and birth

a gentler freedom