by Mary E. Lowd
Majesty and grace
As sunlight plays
Upon the lion patriarch’s face
He may not be king of all he sees
But he is a fighter
And will not cede his place
In the savanna with ease
A heart of glass is not a delicate thing
Easily broken
No, but it is a gentle thing
Easily filled with the light
Of the world around
Absorbing color & brightness
Or darkness
If that’s all to be found