May the cry of the SheWolf
be on high land,
And the wind whisper past
the ears of man...
As voices wander
through evening skies,
May the SheWolf song
silence the lies.
May all dance with you
through spirits of old,
And come lay with you
on nights of cold...
As the eyes of the SheWolf
gleam with sight,
May we see through the
darkness of our night.
May all hands come stroke
your coat so soft,
And the beat of your heart
awaken the spirit lost...
As your brother,
your sister,
your fellow kin,
May we feel the breath
of the SheWolf within.

© Janice Sterlin 8-23-1989