Fire On The Savannah
For some, it takes a fire on the savannah,
To drive the lion of Attention within,
Returning in fearful flight…
To the Cave of the Heart.
For some, without those Flames,
Attention wanders creation endlessly,
Moved by outward fascination.
There are those requiring no such fire,
But such is not my nature,
Driven, as I was, by a Blaze of Despair.
Fleeing that most Ancient of Pains,
I returned to that Place, within,
Where I rested in Fullness…
And drank from Living Waters.
I thank that Fiery Blessing,
That chased me like a Fierce Friend,
Until, at last, it saw me safely sheltered…
In The Arms of The Beloved.