World Lion Day
-Charlie Deakin Davies
-Nevvaeh (One of my granddaughters)
.elephant. By sonja benskin mesher
“Forsaken Children”
(Raanana, September 23, 2017)
The child is taught
When there is no help
God is our help,
When there is no hope
God is our hope,
When there is no redemption
God is our redemption.
These are honeyed words
To hear on sabbath after new years,
They succor us until we need them to be true
And then they desert us
Just like God did long ago
And we cry out from our crosses
With our last breaths like His Son
Why have You forsaken Me?
The truth is it’s our beliefs that crucify us,
Better to die like a lion roaring
Against the jackals of death
Or an eagle falling silently
From the sky
Than like forsaken children
Waiting for redemption.
-(c) Mike Stone, 2017
“Rage“
(Raanana, June 16, 2017)
No thing engenders pathos
As an old lion roaring rage
Against the young jackals around him
Except perhaps
One that does not rage.
-(c) Mike Stone, 2017
The Wombwell Rainbow 
Hi Paul,
Here is a poem I wrote back in 2017:
“Forsaken Children” (Raanana, September 23, 2017)
The child is taught When there is no help God is our help, When there is no hope God is our hope, When there is no redemption God is our redemption. These are honeyed words To hear on sabbath after new years, They succor us until we need them to be true And then they desert us Just like God did long ago And we cry out from our crosses With our last breaths like His Son Why have You forsaken Me? The truth is it’s our beliefs that crucify us, Better to die like a lion roaring Against the jackals of death Or an eagle falling silently From the sky Than like forsaken children Waiting for redemption.
(c) Mike Stone, 2017
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On Tue, Aug 10, 2021 at 9:56 PM The Wombwell Rainbow wrote:
> The Wombwell Rainbow posted: ” World Lion Day ” >
Hi Paul,
Here is a poem I wrote back in 2017:
“Forsaken Children”
(Raanana, September 23, 2017)
The child is taught
When there is no help
God is our help,
When there is no hope
God is our hope,
When there is no redemption
God is our redemption.
These are honeyed words
To hear on sabbath after new years,
They succor us until we need them to be true
And then they desert us
Just like God did long ago
And we cry out from our crosses
With our last breaths like His Son
Why have You forsaken Me?
The truth is it’s our beliefs that crucify us,
Better to die like a lion roaring
Against the jackals of death
Or an eagle falling silently
From the sky
Than like forsaken children
Waiting for redemption.
(c) Mike Stone, 2017
or this one that preceded the previous poem but was put in a drawer to ferment:
“Rage”
(Raanana, June 16, 2017)
No thing engenders pathos
As an old lion roaring rage
Against the young jackals around him
Except perhaps
One that does not rage.
(c) Mike Stone, 2017