Way Of The Wolf
I saw her tracks there in the snow.
Into the woods, they did go.
I had been searching for an hour.
She was looking for a flower.
With the snow all flowers were gone.
Seeing her tracks, I followed on.
Up a slop and into the woods.
I sped up as best I could.
It was getting close to dark.
This was not a walk in the park.
I worried about the wolves.
Other predators in the woods.
I was ready to call her name.
From the side, the two of them came.
A great wolf with my daughter.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter.
Her arm around his neck she stood.
Walking along as best she could.
She looked half asleep.
She was barely on her feet.
The wolf stopped & stared at me.
I stood still as I could be.
The wolf moved forward slowly.
He was walking right toward me.
He stopped and pulled his head out.
Then pushed her forward with his snout.
She looked up a & yelled “Daddy.”
Then she came running to me.
I caught her up into my arms.
She said “Doggie brought me to your arms.”
I said “Thank you!.” He whined & wagged his tail.
Then he turned & ran back up the trail.
She said “Where did he go?”
I said “I don’t know.”
As I looked toward the sky.
Tears were coming from my eyes.
“This much I’m sure I know.”
“Jesus was telling him where to go.”———-R. W. Johnson—–(2012)