Wolves and Dogs
Fear and faith.
Evening, around the fire, eyes glow and watch. I see dim shapes and worry as the night gathers.
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Will I make it to dawn? What portend these wolves?
Morn, bright sun. Relaxed bodies sleep next to me. The dogs trust me -- and now I, them.
– from the mountain
Consider:
What do I fear, that may be nothing?
Reading:
“All great and precious things are lonely.” — John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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“And the darkness is past, and the true light now shineth.” — 1 John 2:8 (KJV)
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