What Lion’s mane can shake the earth
or fill the air with an enormity of fear?
Whose roar ricochet past barren plain
and circles slowly back to all the earth?
When is man just a man while beast
or brawn buries burdened paws in dirt?
Where is the One, King of Kings, who rules
and He is Maker of both man and beast?
He sits upon His white throne and feeds
the mighty lion and the humble lamb!
You make darkness, and it is night, In which all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God.”
Psalms 104:20-21
Patti Wolf 
You have captured the lions’ majesty. (K)
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Your poem is technically impressive and profound in scope – the depth of meaning is inspiring
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I was hooked by your opening lines:
‘What Lion’s mane can shake the earth
or fill the air with an enormity of fear?’
I like the way you brought in the connection with the divine – a poem as powerful as a lion’s roar!
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There are so many questions we ask about these animals, and the only one that they are concerned about is will they be left alone to live?
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‘Where is the One, King of Kings, who rules
and He is Maker of both man and beast?
He sits upon His white throne and feeds
the mighty lion and the humble lamb!’
You have captured the feeling of the times here! We do seem to be living through some kind of revelation. Well done.
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A well-structured poem, Patti – I love the way the questions are the backbone and then turn into an exclamation of praise. What a perfect way to being, with a shake of the lion’s mane!
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Wow! This is a fantastic poem! I especially like the burdened paws – yes, they are burdened these days. And the quote following is amazing. So wonderful to read you. So glad you stopped by earthweal to grace us with it.
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Thanks Sherry… such strength in this prompt. My head is so into minus degree weather it was nice to bath on the warm savanna.
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