THE
TIGER NEVER SMILED (7 January 2008, by Carl A. Patton)
I
was blessed to be back
once again at my writing
place, along the creek. I
came and saw peace.
All
through the jungles of the
contemporary cities he roamed.
Dead
carcasses, jack-asses called
loose headed change laid upon
the land gone sour with ill repute.
What
he smiled about was not
what he saw but what was within.
For
there was no real joy upon
the land.
Meanwhile
the tiger who
some thought never smiled, shed
no tears.
He
looked in pity as the
numbers mounted as they
tampered with the Law of love,
peace and compassion.
There
was no sadness in the
tiger den for the villain
as they taunted the
Spirit.
But
there was always Lone
Wolf,
the Grey Wolf, as
he only saw great things
while residing in solitude.
As
swift as the tiger
and as fast as the
Fading
moon did the hell-hounds
gather and plot treachery as tainted
venom spilled upon the land.
Meanwhile
the smiling tiger frowned
as man looked not to the heart.
Then
the tiger,
On
a road to righteousness
smiled, laughed and had
joy exceedingly. This joy
came from the inside.
This
joy knew and breathes
life, this joy was from
above and would last in
a land of Paradise for
an eternity.
But,
the Tiger came in many
colors. I speak of one that
came God sent.
