There is 
a strength inside me 
that I don't understand.
Something fierce 
is swelling 
with intensity.
An incredible ferocity 
permeates 
the core of my being.

How can this be?
Power,
lacking anything sinister, 
surges through me.
I am consumed by 
a gentle, 
and loving might.
Hear the graceful battle cry
ringing with strength?

Shrouded 
in humility,
singing passionately,
a zealous drive to protect 
is all-consuming.
Fierce lioness, 
her mother's heart, 
is compelled to nurture.
Who is this wild creation?

Dancing 
on the battlefield,
heart out for all to see,
She doesn't miss a beat.
Tenacious,
fighting with purpose.
Poetry in motion,
a paradox of perfection.

Embodiment of an untamed, 
infinitude.
The wild beauty 
of 
God's creation.
A great force of light,
permeating.
© TrishHare