Do you know the Native American story about the grandfather telling about the two wolves we have inside us? This poem is partly from that story and from the Orlando shooting and all the others that continue unrelenting. An effort to work things through.
more becoming known
We are on permanent vigil as events
swirl and darken and repeat unrelenting
as petitions are again signed hopefully
as if that is the answer to everything
Not to knock petitions, I’ve signed my share
but once signed to relax as if
the signing was the action, the change?
All around is dark and light
Inside are the two kinds of wolves
Graphs can tell us some facts interpreted
but who creates the world we breathe in
Is this one of an infinite number
from all the choices that have been made?
Or is this the result of some agreement or
an earth school we knowingly signed onto
to learn something or unlearn something
to release or take on
becoming who we are…more loving?
And the two wolves we all have inside
one generous and loving, one angry and hate-filled
which one wins the fight was asked?
The one you feed.
Margaret Dubay Mikus