The Blossom of the Wolf

The Blossom of the Wolf

By dan ankers

The power of the wolf would seem to be in its teeth

Or the breadth of her strides across the forest floor

But only the Power of Love, Combined with the Purest of Hearts

Could show the Lost of Mankind, How to open Heaven’s door!

With great leaps she has driven!, vaulting continents

And with flurries of love she’s e’er lowered her walls

When others hid behind and denied

Knowing the privileged among them withheld from the poor!

Lobo, the she-wolf would serve them her share

And she fought for them all, tearing bellies with claws

And gave to them, watching their little ones grow brave and strong

She chose to honor the will of her father, by defending the weak from the

Jaws of the Wrong

And thus her will

Her Lot in Life

Was to always ’Represent the Strays’

And so she did

And so she set herself up

Until her dying days

Which were graceful in beauty and awesome

In sight

and

When she left the world

It was as a hero

In peaceful array

And leaving the earth

She could hear the angel whispers in her ear

“Stay calm, little hero”

As last of her worries did fade away…

And then she awoke

and she found

An everlasting place

Where the Rich kids and the Poor kids and the Animals played

Eternally in peace

With no need for the beast

Or the rage

She was truly home now among the stars and the clouds and the sound of the

breeze