One Poem by Daniel Suter

 

Narnia 

 

I'm looking for the door, my mind longing to explore. 

I'm pushing it wide open, hoping to find the beauty 

of mysteries unspoken: a story of unbroken glory, 

a true tale of ancient told with new worlds waiting to unfold 

past bushes and branches, casting first curious glances. 

Snowflakes dance the waltz by the warm light of a lamppost, 

which stands there beckoning like a tall welcoming host. 

Enchanted, I make my way through the snow-laden trees, 

then valleys, rivers and hills; my soul spills over with joy. 

when one day I wake to see, in the distance, like little toys 

the shapes of other seekers, like pilgrims heading for 

the sound of the mighty roar and though the Lion is not tame, 

we'll hide our weary hearts in the Lion's golden mane.

Daniel Suter lives and writes in Beirut, Lebanon. He teaches English through a local NGO and has been involved in starting and growing several poetry initiatives aimed at bridging sectarian divides and creating community that inspires change. He loves collecting people’s stories, reading Fantasy novels to his kids, and occasionally overdosing on Espresso.