THE CRY OF MAN AND BEAST
High on a distant mountain cliff,
Enhanced by a frigid winter's moon,
Stands a dark and lonely
What a sight for man to ponder
On a night so crystal
Although many miles away,
The silhouette appears so near.
Suddenly the air is broken,
As sounds cut through the
The silhouette throws back its head,
And offers up a
Over and over plaintive wails
Persist throughout the
Man's imagination's stirred,
His respect is mixed with
Why does this far-off creature,
Loudly baying at the
Affect the guts of man so much,
His body cannot move?
And why does man identify
With a beast so far
That he will never feel or touch?
What message is conveyed?
Perhaps man wants to howl and wail,
To relieve his
His heart in want; his soul in need,
An ache he cannot
I think he really wants to cry,
In a manner like that
To express some hidden anguish,
To seek his own release.
I wonder if man's jealous,
Because he can't cry out like
His inhibitions so restrict him,
He's caught in his own trap.
Alone, each cries into the night,
Each calls in his own
The creature's wails are loud and clear,
But man buries his
Perhaps each yearns for basic truth
To learn one's role
upon the earth,
To learn how each connects with God,
To learn the
purpose of one's birth.
Will the creature find its answers,
By crying to the
Will man find his solutions,
By crying deep inside?
Poor beast, poor man ... can't understand,
their cries and pleas,
Their answers lie in another land,
That's called Eternity.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis