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