prairie coyote
ever the survivor, the solitary
beauty shakes snow from sleek fur
golden, as proud eyes speak
focused, flashing
I will not be afraid
of cold, brave in the waiting
hunger strong, driving
her desire not secret, but silent
relentless, she will
be filled
allowing the Lord to lead in creative pursuit while Making Manifest
walking with Emily and the imperfect
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May we all be coyotes waiting brave.
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