When the Heart Calls
I wrote this poem, “When the Heart Calls,” in loving memory of the poor wolves that was hunted and killed earlier this week in the county where I live, and it’s also a loving memory for all the wolves killed worldwide.
When the Heart Calls
The sun is rising
it looks like the sky is on fire
with all its beautiful colors
dancing on the sky like flames
I walk along the path
surrounded by trees
which are covered in a thin layer
a thin layer of snow
The sunbeams search their way
through the forest
The snowflakes glisten
I come to a clearing
I see big paw prints
I’m all smiles
The tracks come from a wolf
A strong, intuitive, beautiful creature
I get all excited and happy
happy by seeing the tracks
I started to wonder what color it was
gray, black, white
or were those colors mixed
Maybe the wolf howled
howled under the moon
When calls the heart
Yah, in search for a partner
The wolf followed its heart
It had the courage to listen
listen to its intuition
when the heart was calling
I’m ecstatic by walking
by walking in the wolf’s tracks
I feel its presence spiritually
My blood rush through
through my veins of joy
Just as the blood rushed through
through the veins of the wolf
when it happily galloped
galloped over the mire
in search for a mate
But the happiness ended
evil-minded people turned up
they hunted the wolf
with helicopters and snowmobiles
My blood turned to ice
when I heard about the hunt
I saw images
the snow got colored red
my beloved friend is dead
The tears started rolling
rolling down my cheeks
My friend is gone
I feel empty inside
I look up at the sky
to find comfort
I listen
I feel
The wolf calls out
I hear the wolf howl
the howl is powerful
it can be heard across worlds
if you listen to your heart
When my heart calls
I listen
I feel
It grows a fire inside me
which tells me to never
never stay silent
when injustice prevails
The flames inside me
grow gutsy and powerful
just as the flames
that are dancing in the sky
The Wolf howls
My heart calls
I listen
I feel
I’m home
Reminds me how slaves were hunted when they escaped. Usually ended in murder… it’s not right
Yes, it’s wrong to kill wolves!
Poor wolves to be hunted like that…feel sorrow in my heart. At the same time I get angry because of all the heartless people. One day will come when they will have to pay for all the bad things they have done. Those people will burn in hell, I’m sure of it. I wish they did it now before they have time to do more bad things.
I really like the poem, I hear the howl in my heart….
I’m happy to hear that you like my poem! And I couldn’t agree more with you!
Wolves are so beautiful. In fact perfect. The Wolves need to stay In packs. In packs they are a family group. At night they would stay together and huddled up . Together they are strong, alone they are weak and defenceless, Hunted for no reason at all. Hunted by these selfish crazy people.
I will be so glad when Satan is bound up for 1000 years. He and his demons are doing so much damage as they know their days are getting very short! I cannot wait for that day, when all God’s people and animals will be free and evil will be gone.
Thanks for your comment, Brenda! I couldn’t agree more!
Wonderful words Stina. There is no creature that speaks to my heart like the wolf. Its honesty, purity and freedom is boundless. Something I strive to be.
Thank you, Vincent! I’m happy to hear that you liked my poem 🙂 Yes, wolves are amazing!
The case of the wolves is so close to my heart. It is a tragedy. A lovely poem where the words go deep and align with my heart and soul. Thanks for writing and sharing it.
Thank you, MiLo, for your kind words! Wolves are wonderful creatures! 🙂