Lord, the bad wolf
Has me cornered in a dark, damp cave.
His growling and snarling
Are all I can see or hear.
If I ever escape from the cave,
He follows, eyes red with hatred
Tongue lolling with hunger.
The good wolf and his cub
Sit at a distance.
They fear the bad wolf
Fear they may be mortally wounded
If they try to protect me.
But they do not desert me.
When I do get out, I throw them food,
But the Bad Wolf snatches it in mid air.
The good wolf is looking to me
For protection, feeding, nurturing,
And care for his cub.
I want to feed them, stroke them
Tame them like the little prince tamed the fox.
But I cannot yet see how to avoid or escape
The Bad Fox who I allow to control my life.
Show me Lord,
How to escape from the power of Bad Wolf
How to stop feeding him
Physically and psychologically.
I know he is hurting,
That he has been mortally wounded.
Do I have to befriend him,
Accept him into my life,
Or is there another way?
And how do I feed and tame Good Wolf
And nurture his cub to believe life is good?
Rosie, he is not a Bad Wolf,
Just a very wounded and hurting one,
Who has learnt the hard way
To distrust humankind.
You could try to tame HIM
As the little prince tamed the fox.
Sit with him hard though that is.
Stop trying to destroy him
But learn what he has to teach you
And how to integrate him into your life.
Do not expect miracles, or instant results.
He may gradually learn to sit quietly with you
But do not be surprised if he snaps again.
Old habits take a long time to change
As you well know.
And as he calms down,
Good wolf may dare to come closer,
Even to lick his wounds.
You do feed him, but what you feed
Is always spoiled meat,
Rotten to the core.
So look out for healthy food,
However small the scraps.
You do not have to rid yourself of him to be safe.
You and wounded wolf
Can learn to live in harmony and mutual sharing
With good wolf.
And little wolf cub will be
Nurtured, loved into life, and saved.
Huge cars skimming the smooth and rough road
Oversized cows feasting the thick weed and grass
Farmer watching the modern technology race past him
Adding that to his wish list
Wide and high mountains spreading shadows
Yellow and red lights flashing rapidly
My eyes get strained
Orange rays sinking out of view
Tall dark forests on the brim of the road
Cooling myself with a cold refreshment
Darkness creeping over the mountains and fields
The day has become night.
( A. Clifton is a pen name)
The Beautiful Space-