Rebecca Wiles's Blog (8)

Where are you going, wolf so wise,
with your piercing amber eyes?
The kind that deeply look within,
as if you know just where I've been.

Where are you going? I must know,
as your paws track through the snow.
Call to me from where you are.
From your destiny way afar!

Far from this world, there must be a place,

filled with shining light, and ever loving grace.

A world free of fear, with peace and love within,

in a sky of eternity, that will never end.



Free from pollution, and the hum-drum way of life.

Free from hate and anger, that cuts you like a knife.

Far from this world, someday we will see,

what it's really like, to live fully free!

Do you hear the cries of the lone



wolf howling? Where is his pack?



Where is his place? Lost, lost in



the human race. People at the pipe-



lines do you know, where are the tracks



of the wolf? Why are they fading into the



mist? Soon you will hear only the drill and



the hammer. The cry of the wolf will be gone,



soon to be heard no more! Unless we speak



for the wolf; be his voice. Before his tracks… Continue

I don't know your story.

I don't know your song.

I don't know your destiny;

whether right or wrong.



I only know you're someone;

important just like me.

we are all connected heart to heart,

like one big family.



So we must remember,

in everything we do,

that our actions and reactions,

flow from me to you.



So I don't know your story.

And I don't know your fate.

But I know if we live and love,

it never is… Continue

We never really take the time to smell a single flower.

And as the thunderstorm goes by, do we really feel the power?

We go on living day by day, with a simple breath of air.

But what if we woke up to find, our next moment wasn't there?



We are alive, we are someone,

so pick yourself up, and dust yourself off,

and feel the morning sun.

We are alive!



Is gratitude what we feel as we take each coming breath?

Or do we look upon our lives as… Continue

Have you thought to be a bird sitting in a tree,

surrveying all the landscape as far as you could see?



Have you thought to be a tree standing tall and proud,

with your feet deep in the soil and your arms up in a cloud?



Have you thought to be a flower waiting for the rain,

wether posing in a garden bed or dancing on the plain?



Have you thought to be the sky; deep and blue and wide,

and every nation in the world would feel it when you… Continue

If we met in a park one day,

would you simply sit and stare?

Or would you sit and smile at me?

Or would you look past me like I wasn't there?



Would we have a pleasant conversation,

about the weather or news of the day?

Maybe we'd talk for a moment or an hour

and then simply walk away!



If we met on the street one day at a market place,

would you pick me out in a crowd of people,

or would I be just another face?

Would we walk past… Continue

Mysterious creature of the night,
your silouhette captured by fading light.
Your cat-like grace prevailing,
your saddend secrets telling,
of a time you use to roam,
in piney woods; your forest home.

Now vanquished to nary a trace,
to Cypress trees and swamp-like space.
Your legend now a bed time story,
no more vastness of territory.
A phantom, a ghost is all we see,
A slowly fading memory!