The Wolf Moon howls in the January night
Rising through the sky in the fullness of our sight
And in her howls we hear her voice echoing the pain
Of the fear and isolation that make us feel insane.
Time has slowed, the lonely hours now stretching on and on
In the greyness of the days and long darkness between dawns
Soaking in the anger of every news report
Every tweet and posted meme and scathing sharp retort.
Comforting hugs and touches, distanced from our thoughts
Hours of planning holiday gatherings sadly spent for naught
Weeks of isolation within our painted walls
Restricting interactions to email and videocalls.
And somewhere in the midst, we forget the way to live
The blessing and the gifts that these separate days can give
The chance to reimagine how the world can really be
When the walls of solitude come down and we are finally free
The Wolf Moon howls in the January night
Rising through the sky in the fullness of our sight
Let her voice be our reminder that our pain can be our might
If only we remember to look up and see the light.
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