The Monkeys And The Lions

Sunday

Nov182012

By Elliott Robertson

If I could have told the monkeys and the lions

To wait for me, I would have.

But monkeys do not listen, and lions do not wait.

Lions know life, this moment Now,  is too precious to be spent  waiting for a rose who lack the courage to unfold.

Monkeys know listening to a fool  pretend he can’t climb trees

Won’t help the fool drop pretense.

One day I will break the spell,

Snap out of being broken

I will be a lion open to moving  through safaris at nature’s pace;

I will be open to unfolding like a rose.

One day I will hear the moon cry out,

“I see you, yes, I see you – you are God.”

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Elliott Robertson's poems have appeared in Daily Word, Unity Magazine, and Miracles Magazine. He is a grantwriter living in Philadelphia.