by Terri Lynn Court

Created on: December 13, 2008

The Beast

There are days when things break silent

on echoing walls

and at the mere mention of His name

our eyes fall short.

We lapse our thoughts into the waves of The Beast

and let His presence be vast in our dreams

and in our words.

Without tolerance for His beauty,

His vicious force and grave memory,

we too, would be lost.

So, we heave on

and push back

with the strength of our arms

and of our legs

and tell each other only, that we are not afraid

nor should we be,

of this beast - His tempered hands.

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