A stranger in a strange land
Descend into the lions’ den.
Images of Monsters
Stare down with blazing eyes
At the figure so minuet
Amusement rich and long!
Despair floods her inner most heart
Fear conquers her fragile sanctuary
How can she possibly rise above them
This mere speck upon the earth?
Her existence lasts seconds to them
And they think themselves eternal.
Then, the firmament shakes from edge to edge
Rippling out, straining at the seams!
Tears like liquid darts fired from the gods!
The monstrous creatures shield their eyes
Rushing, shoving, desperately squeezing
Into a cleft of rock
While, exposed to nature’s wrath,
The stranger bows low in honor
And rising, lifts her eyes to heaven
And thanks them for her brief existence.
Then – the stillness
Sudden peace
The air wiped clean of all debris
And Heaven bows low to the stranger in returned
And glistens with a Thousand Eyes.
And all the Images of Monsters,
Brought to life by Violent Thoughts,
Observe in mute wonderment
This thing, this tiny speck upon the earth
For whom such reminders from Those Above
Are the jewels of daily life.
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Artwork and Quotations: Alura Cein
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