The Roar of Winter’s End

A poem inspired by a personal winter and C.S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia.

winterlion

The winter of my soul
has been long, has been cold
But the Lion
is on the move

It’s been dark, it’s been damp
It’s been lonely in this land
But the Lion
is on the move

The flowers start to bloom
in a field of sweet perfume
Yes, the Lion
is on the move

And the bright blue sky
waves the dark gray clouds goodbye
Yes, the Lion
is on the move

He’s on the move

When He roars
the snow is shaken from the trees
the earth breaks out in melodies
of new life

When He roars
the drip of melting icicles
tells me that the winter of my soul
is almost
over

When He roars
the river rushes to the sound
soaking dry and thirsty ground
with new life

When He roars
the chirping of singing birds
tells me that the winter of my soul
is nearly
over

The Lion is on the move
The Lion is breaking through
The Lion, the Lion, the Lion
is here

Copyright © 2015 by Amaryllis Torres · All Rights Reserved ·

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