This mouse will stand with the lions.
Though even in my heart I’m not one of them,
The world needs light when times are grim,
No matter how small.
Though, “I wish it need not have happened in my time…”
The hand has been dealt and I’ll play mine,
Well, no matter how poor.
Lions these days are in short supply,
Yet the demand is, as ever, high,
So the mouse on standby now stands up.
Whatever falls to you,
You must do,
Because it does make a difference.
So this mouse stands with the lions.
A few crumbs and the fields have always contented me.
My claim to courage is not by nature, but necessity.
Made mighty such as they are,
Is it any wonder that lions are brave?
Yet remember the two mites the widow gave,
And how God counted it worthwhile.
This too is worth respect,
Infinitesimal actions can lead to multiplied effect,
So the butterflies tell me.
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
Nor the arrow for its swiftness…
I love only that which they defend.”
I’ll ever prefer wheat fields to battlefields,
And the man who a sickle wields,
Is greater than the swordsman.
Mice are not given titles of glory,
Not called heroic, proud, or valiant. Indeed history,
Seldom recalls us at all.
But I care not if the world is uncaring.
This mouse knows herself by the name daring,
Because I am the mouse,
Who will take a stand,
Whether the lions do or not.

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Selah is a musician and music teacher who enjoys writing in her free time. She believes that through poetry we can explore what makes us human and connect to the Divine. Writing poetry is an attempt to share what is human in her with what is human in the reader. Find Selah as @selah.poet on Instagram.