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.
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