Song of the Lioness ©

In the growing light of dawn she stands on the edge of a magnificent river,

 A silhouette of calmness as she peruses her horizon,

She has travelled far,

From the cold depths of winter, through the hot roils of summer,

Her history is partly written in the sands of the Sphinx,

The obsidian that tore her innocence away,

She struggled through the wilderness, crouched in darkness,

Moving with the shadows,

But drawn and guided by the sun by day,

She broke to the periphery of the thicket,

Walking along the edge of her salvation,

She felt the dawn before the light,

But memory was cruel,

For though she had arrived, her eyes did not see what was before her,

The Artists hands that molded her in her journey,

The Maker of her destiny,

He knew her legacy,

He took the smallest point of light and transformed it into sight,

And now, here she stands, in that very spot,

At the edge of a magnificent river, perusing her horizon,

She’s looking across the Jordan,

And she finally sees the promise before her,

She smiles

And from within her, she begins to purr,

A voice that matures into a rumble,

It is not a mere outburst of sound, but a graduated performance,

She knows who she is, she knows her path has led her here,

And all she has gained is rightly hers

So when she throws her head back and lets it go,

Her roar rolls like thunder

Her voice is a fearless proclamation of protection,

She lives what is within her out loud,

And all the intangibles of faith, hope and love

Become tangible when she sings,

Her voice resonates with the dominion given to her by her Creator,

And reverberates in many an echo in the far distance,

She knows the light that guides her will forever soothe her inner kitty,

He has made her an heiress,

A majestic beauty beheld in her graceful walk,

The dignified look of strength and courage in her eyes,

Do not mistake her meekness for weakness,

For it is absolute power, under perfect control

It is tempered strength and poised might,

There will be no mistaking her incredible beauty and her fierce valor,

For she knows where she has come from,

And she has used it as a stepping stone to where she is going,

Her Maker has fashioned a stunning legacy,

And within her His Spirit is unleashed,

She is the pinnacle of hunting prowess and her roar is an exulting cry,

For hers is a song of freedom,

A lioness arising to the Promised Land,

And she dares to realize all she was created to be.

-Wilhelmine Wachter-

Enough

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter’s departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said: “I love you and I wish you enough.” The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?” “I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said. When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?” She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. “When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them”. Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory, “I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.” She then began to cry and walked away.






Nurture Relationships…..As they say….It takes a minute to find a special person ~ An hour to appreciate them ~ A day to love them ~ And then an entire life to forget them.


-Bob Perks

Never Let Me Go Lord

An empty space surrounds me, there’s blank on my walls, blank on my floors. My hands before me black and marred, black as a starless night, a sky painted in shadowy obsidian. Tears form an inky trail across my skin; my body covered in stygian scars and slated shadows. Banging on door-less walls and leaving my dirty marks, walls that begin to close on me, threatening to choke me on all my nothingness.

I look within this somber being and I find myself, I finally find You…

The walls are gone, but I do not stand alone, Before You in the eye of a storm, Your love surrounds me like a potent wind, like a consuming ocean rising above me, washing over me…

Your mighty love breaks through every barrier, crashing through all my dusty cracks, a downpour of unending grace, devouring all my hopeless ways, a compelling storm that wipes away the grime as if it never was…

Your sovereign love has washed me clean, warm skin and pink hands, I never want to leave Your awesome presence… Your love surrounds me like a quiet breeze, Your touch is gentle as silence, the warmth of Your love envelopes me like a burning kiss from the sun, intoxicating my lungs with the sweet air of spring, the scent of re-birth, the fragrance of life…

The everlasting arms of my Lord are encased around me, holding me close to that which provokes my reverential spirit, never let me go… Let the light of Your love shine through my soul, let it cascade over the washed-out crowd, let it be a vibrant voice to lead the stray, My humble heart is Yours, my hands full of adoration are raised to You, worthy of every hearts poignant tale of acclamation, never let us go…

Written by Wilhelmine Wachter