A Cry Heard
by Deb Case
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Heard that lonesome coyote cry last night,
only trees within view of homesite.
Restless whimper, I imagine along the shore,
longing for her, wailing once more.
Love nor hate, I might disagree,
for that wailing seems a cry to me.
A cry for love, a life to pursue,
for there is a cycle to travel through.
Traveling alone is never meant to be,
each needs to be held tenderly.
Balanced all in Creator's theme,
he'll know when his mate is seen.
© June 21, 2011 Windswept
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|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|The lonesome coyote could symbolize many lonely individuals. In fact, we are all lonely and restless at times. There is a lot of depth in this poem.
I see in your last two lines, the answer to humanity's loneliness--living in harmony with our Creator, yielded to His plan.