Tiger And Cubs

Tiger and cubs felt quite composed, Despite the frost and snow, As if by perfect peace engrossed, No urgent place to go... And with a gentle pace at last The cubs embraced the day, As if content and not aghast That Winter chills held sway... I envied their serenity As I surveyed the scene, Their portrait of tranquillity, Untainted and pristine... An hour lasting, maybe more, Yet what knew they of time? They had no pressing daily chore, So this was so sublime... Must Man take leave of time as well, Before he finds his rest? Dismiss his bondage to its spell, Before he can be blessed? Or does he merely need to pray, Give thanks and say, Amen? What greater words are there to say To Jesus, now and then? Denis Martindale January 2017. A poem based on a magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...