Earth Mother Wolf
The wolf she keens on hilltop high,
Howling her song to the moon.
The secret that she carries is nigh,
And she needs to share it soon.
But who will listen with good intent,
To the truth that she only knows
Will you or me, with our busy lives spent
Complaining of our woes?
The secret is carried down the years
And is ours to have and hold.
Could we truly hear with our inner ears,
And stride with spirit bold.
Putting ego to one side,
Feeling love so true and gold
Will we lift our faces to the wolf outside
Or leave her in the cold?
The choice is ours; twill ever be nigh
Will we waste the precious hours?
Will we hear the wolf on the hilltop high?
And let her secret be ours.
Or will we turn away and spurn
The knowledge that she brings?
Or will our steps to sunshine turn
And aspire to higher things?
The wolf she keens on the hilltop still...
Forever her secret to share
Whether you turn nor bend your will
She will forever be there.
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