11. Michelle Tumes - Untame Lion
(first verse and first two lines of third verse)
The hardest thing about never going back to Narnia, Susan decided, was that she kept seeing things that made her think of Narnia. While in America, her mother took her on a trip to the country, and the blue sky with the fluffy white clouds looked just like one of the Narnian summers she had loved. She couldn't sit by a swift-flowing creek without thinking about what the nymph living in it would look like. Every morning as she dressed herself, she remembered silk gowns and beautiful yet comfortable shoes, and she could never look in the mirror without being reminded of how she would look in fifteen years.
It was cruel, she thought, for Aslan to send them back and not let them move on entirely. He had abandoned them to England, but He kept teasing them unmercifully. 'Susan,' she would hear in her heart; she wanted to scream. Once she asked Lucy whether she ever heard Aslan call her name, and Lucy just beamed and told her yes, and wasn't it wonderful? Susan never asked Lucy about Aslan again. Lucy had given herself entirely to Aslan, abandonment or no, but Susan couldn't think of loving Someone who had exiled her.
She welcomed the night, because it brought fewer reminders of Aslan. She stayed up reading books, adventures with pirates and new countries, and went to sleep hoping to dream of them. But each night she closed her eyes, she saw deep golden eyes and heard a Voice call her name in rich tones, echoing across the seas of her heart.