THE LION MAN
This lion man
Is so beautiful
It makes my heart
Tremble.
For in its
Wrecked and lovely
Countenance,
I see
The endurance
Of all
Born from darkness
Into this greater darkness,
Where every soul realizes
Its aloneness.
Its bitter,
Bleak,
Irredeemable
Loneliness.
Yet lovers must love,
Words fall
From loving lips.
Hands touch
Souls
Courageous
In their enduring,
Gentle
In their laughter,
Resolute
In their bold living.
Only compassion
Can bring
Light
To that darkness.
Only hope
Inhabit those frozen
Wastes
Of aloneness.
Only love
Create the Lion man
In us all.
© 2019 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
A beautiful verse which suits that wonderful statue completely!
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I’m so glad you like it. It’s almost as if whoever made it, is right there with it and you can feel their presence. Gwen.
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Love this! I have been on a bit of an internet hiatus lately, hence late.
This reminds me of ‘Narsimha’, which literally means ‘man-lion’, one of the avatars of Vishnu in Hinduism, who came to vanquish evil.
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This is so interesting. I’m going to look Narsimha up and see what I can learn about him. If my memory serves me correctly, the Lion Man was found in some German caves. I must say, it all makes you glad to be alive! Thank you so much for telling me about this.
Gwen.
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