S: Raining On Lions
FC: Raining On Lions and other short poems VICTOR WADE HIU
1: Raining On Lions and other short poems VICTOR WADE HIU
2: © 2015 Victor W.T. Hiu
3: To Bradley, whose friendship never fails. For my father, who showed me the real measures of a man.
5: Raining On Lions Once upon a brazen age, Snakes were crawling on the stage of grit; And the halcyon days were raining on lions, Galvanizing Daniel’s pit... Go home, Sage, Said Babylon’s king in a reigning fit, Your flesh would serve my giants But for your God's writ! 5
6: Glory How many miles o wave have you traveled Just to rush mad against the shore And die beneath my feet? How many centuries o rock have you stood by Lady Ocean Unmoved by her heaving lulls Just to serve me this morning as throne? Your Painter knows better than to waste His strokes On seas, shores, dusks and dawns Patterns He flings across the deep To rest on mere man’s eyes and feet Who can’t even sing a grateful song of glory still discrowned of glory yet regained 6
7: Your Designer goes beyond extravagance as He hangs out accessories Like meteors, rainbows, stars and storms Wonders He sprinkles and slashes To beckon the dog-tired tramp Who has long since forgotten his glory still discrowned his glory yet regained How much longer O King of my heart must the soul groan Till the divine curtains are split To reveal the face of Your lavishness? Meanwhile, as You do with each new morning, Whisper to me that ageless romance of a glory still discrowned a glory yet regained. 7
8: Dusk A sleeper wakes to cold sheets and hushed shadows, longing for a dawn that hasn’t yet arrived, doubting if it ever will. 8
9: Backstage There is a dim, hushed backstage across from eternity where all are dressed for their parts eager to enter the light when the drum rolls horns blow curtains rise and the first act commences. 9
10: Friends Summer afternoon A sudden tap-tap-tap on the windowpane Two dog-eager smirks framed in bored restraint. 10
11: Writer At Work He raises his pen, dips its tip in ink, and looks out the window. 11
12: That We Are Like Fire That we are like Fire, lithe and flaxen, wielding in the wind; joy is a city gate rising from the horizon, smiling at the abandoned feet... Behold a people in Akedia’s bed... None will each upon themselves take the city by David’s lyre— yet when the city bathes in Fire, from Goliath’s ashes rise. 12
13: Little Boat Little boat, little boat, In a sea of woe you float Time stands still as you wonder: Home yonder, home yonder? Surrender all, abandon all, Journey to your port of call Led by a secret from eternity past— Home at last, home at last! 13
15: About the poet Born under the tropical shades of Malaysia, Victor was raised by a town beauty and a civil servant to be a wealthy industrialist but ended up a religious zealot and a penniless romantic. Graduated with a degree in Australia, his affair with the land continued and eventually led him to nest in beautiful Melbourne, where he now engages in writing the great Australian novel. Raining On Lions is one of Victor's short poems that explore the subject matters of courage and destiny through Christian symbols.