Silent Duel
“Grandfather, which wolf will win?”
The old man smiled and simply said, “The one you feed.”
Within the heart a battle stirs
Two shadows locked in endless fight
One born of dark, one born of light
Each wrestles for the life it spurs
The darker pulls with subtle lies
Its whispers soft, a cold embrace
Yet hope ignites a warmer trace
A beacon shining through the skies
Each thought becomes the soil they grow
One path of thorns, the other bloom
A hand decides the garden’s room—
Which seed takes root, which we bestow
We feed the one we let remain
Through choice of love or choice of pain
12-06-2024
© F Aparici
The Story of the Two Wolves
An old Cherokee Indian chief was teaching his grandson about life.
“A fight is going on inside me,” he told the young boy, “a fight between two wolves.
One is evil, full of anger, sorrow, regret, greed, self-pity and false pride.
The other is good, full of joy, peace, love, humility, kindness and faith.”
“This same fight is going on inside of you, grandson...and inside of every other person on the face of this earth.”
The grandson ponders this for a moment and then asks, “Grandfather, which wolf will win?”
The old man smiled and simply said, “The one you feed.”
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