Tenderness, Too...

The lioness and cub walked on, The cub in awe of her, Despite her size, all fear had gone, For what harm could occur? For perfect love casts out all fear, As if no threat exists, And only love would dare appear, Then stay, for love persists... The cub looked up to her each day, Each dawn and afternoon, When evening came and light gave away, With each night coming soon... Yet in the twilight, twinkling eyes Still shone like beacons there, For steadfast love none can disguise, If we but stay aware... And so the cub grew strong and brave, As handsome as could be, Because of love his mother gave, From when he was born free... Such that her wisdom filled his heart, To guide him through and through... And while that wisdom was the start, She brought her tenderness, too... Denis Martindale October 2016. Poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...