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-
