Waiting for the Lion's Roar

I came across another old notebook from 1996. It had several poems in it, most of which were rather drivel-ish. But I still rather like this one.  I assume the lion mentioned is Aslan. 

Waiting for the lion's roar,

  we go about our business.

Occasionally we remind ourselves

  that the roar is coming.

But we must continue to live

  until it comes. 

And we get caught up in the living.

I wonder if there is a way

  to be always expectant

  and always living.