Lion And Lamb

I know the lamb; the lion led me to him.

While the lion licks the blood of his latest prey

The lamb gently sleeps, curled like a child.

I know the lion, the lamb cannot make me forget.

But its velvet skin makes the scars fade quickly.

I know the lamb, the lion didn’t scare him away.

His loud roar, though full of anger, is really harmless.

While the lamb screams its high pitched bleat.

I know the lion, for without him there is no lamb.

The lion begets the lamb; the lamb hinders the lion.

The violence needed the lion; peace brought the lamb.

I know the lion that resides within me; stealth and quiet

Ready for an ambush, the lion that saved me.

That’s why I love the lamb, vulnerable, soft, and kind.

Published by LESSONS LEARNED FROM THE RAINBOW

As a poor kid growing up in the Mississippi Delta, there was never alot of hope or many opportunities. But, for 30 minutes, if I could sit in front of my tv, I could go anywhere and be anything through the magic of Reading Rainbow. That show brought so much light into some really dark days; and I carried the lessons I learned through the storytelling of Lavar Burton for all my life. Now that I am a grandmother, I've come to realize the significance of Reading Rainbow and the role it played in making me the woman I am today. I feel that the cruelty in this world has hardened my heart against the hope and valorous spirit that I once had. I am hoping that by revisiting Reading Rainbow; and the stories covered over its expansive reign on Public Access Television, I will regain the love for life and craving for adventure that the little girl growing up on Hunter Road had over 40 years ago.

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