All this time I shrunk back.
I heard the low rumble of his growl
I remembered the pain
The times he blamed and enticed me
to curse God and die.
I remembered sinking in the sand
he told me was solid ground.
And I pulled back.
There is a lion out there
in the street.
I thought he’d rip me limb from limb.
I heard his rumble,
his pride,
his lie,
and I believed it.
I was hiding.
I was trying to be comfortable.
I was trying to be safe.
I was sinking.
But you brought me to your people.
You surrounded me with faithfulness.
You told me your name.
You made me brave.
I was out there today-
in the street
where the lion prowls.
He was there.
He started to growl.
I remembered Your crown.
I knocked,
she answered.
I invited
and he fled.
Sheila Dougal 