The Legend

[Maureen K Clifford]

I loved the moral in this old legend. Much can be learnt from stories and legend

The Legend of the White Wolf



In the forests frozen heart she glided soundless through the trees
where the winter drifts were thick and soft and white snow covered leaves.
Close at hand her two cubs followed they were frisky little pups
black tipped ears their only markings and small bushy tails held up.

In the distance stars were twinkling and the moon put on a show,
all was quiet, pristine, ephemeral on the white landscape below.
Then a shadow crossed the landscape and soon everything was black
as the sun and moon eclipsed – blocking all light from the track.

Mayla stopped and called her children – come here now and stay by me
for this is something that you are so privileged to see.
Don’t be scared my little children – on the first star make a wish.
It will peep out very shortly, slippery as soap in a dish.

Soon you’ll hear Nantuck your father and your brother Wahya call
if you sit and listen quietly you’ll hear echoes over all
the mountains and valleys, the song that Wolves do sing,
as they send their praise to heaven for the bounty nature brings.

You will hear the little white one call - Ayasha is her name
and her son Salali, small and brown of squirrel hunting fame.
Tayanita from the high hills where beaver lodges dam the stream
and Amadahy his young wife , due to pup next moon it seems.

If you listen quiet my children you will hear a wondrous song.
Soon you two will join the singers, once the winter snows are gone.
So Awanita and Galahi stood, though cold from head to toe,
and they listened to the echoes of the white wolves in the snow.

It’s claimed amongst the Cherokee white wolves are spirit voices
and the Cherokee know that their song is good, and thus rejoices.
White wolves bring to the tribe, peace, hope, and love. Security.
Which is why you feed the white wolf. The soul inside of you and me.


Maureen Clifford ©


There is a Cherokee Legend that goes like this:

An old Cherokee was teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside of me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil: he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.” He continued, “The other is good: he is joy, peace, love, hope serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you—and inside every person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

[Rimeriter]

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”


So true, so true.
So VERY true.

[Maureen K Clifford]

isn't it though? And such a simple truth that taken on board would change so many lives world wide.

Cheers

Maureen