This Final Moment

The sun is starting to set,
Years of fighting the wolves has taken its toll,
The lion’s strength, now faltering,
As the wounds from the past,
Become too great to overcome.

The sun becomes divided,
As the lion slowly falls to his side,
His breathing has become labored,
A heart beat faint, now fluttering,
The hour of redemption draws near.

The sun reveals its final crest,
The wounded lion becomes still,
His souls rest waits in the wings,
The moment is at hand,
To finally meet his father, his savior and his king.

The sun is now gone,
The air now heavy, deep, cool,
The lion closes his eyes in sleep,
Total silence grips the atmosphere,
The last battle has finally been waged.

Out of the eternal abyss,
The arms of the great father reach down,
Lifting the lion into his warm, saving embrace,
The mighty king has destroyed the wolves,
That had fatally wounded his son.

The arms of the father,
Now retreat into the midnight sky.

It is in this final moment we find strength,
It is in this final moment we find comfort,
It is in this final moment we find healing,

And in this final moment we find a way to carry on.

For in this final of all moments,
We do not hear the whispering breaths of a dying warrior,
Only the sound of a roaring, raging lion,
Fully redeemed, fully restored, fully reborn, Disappearing into the night.