The wolves came to me in the twilight,
hungry and sad, looking at me with
questions in their eyes. I could not
meet their gaze.
So many heartbreaks, all over the world -
the wild ones and I
feel them all.
It is not enough any more
to walk in the forest
or along the shore,
to breathe in the beauty and peace,
for my tattered heart and its grief
to find some relief.
For the wild ones, each day is a struggle
to find habitat and food,
to keep their young alive.
How do I carry the weight of the world
when the leaders don’t care
if we survive?
I am watching the planet I love
slowly melting into the sea.
Injustice is everywhere -
it is too much for me.
Injustice is everywhere -
it is too much for me.
Children march for their future
not yet even begun.
The tycoons grin
as they stuff their wallets
with air stolen from
the lungs of the young.
The wolves came to me in the twilight.
“Give us some hope,” they said,
but I had none to share.
My pen, my heart, my hope
all fall silent
in this spiritual poverty
(of which I am only too
aware.)
aware.)
I can hear trees weeping
in the forest,
the wind wailing laments
at the shore.
I will carry this pain
with me
till I can carry it
no more.
Sad. Hungry wolves in winter. And yet it is Christmas Eve. I wish you some joy, time with loved ones, some hope for a better year ahead. We live in hope because we can't live without it. Thank heaven for dogs.
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