The cry of the wild

     This morning, at 5:00 a.m., while outside, glorifying the morning, I heard the sound of what seemed to be the cry of either a coyote or fox. It was not a dog or a cat. It was the cry of something wild. It made me think of the wails of cries when Jesus was being led to His Crucifixion. It made me think of the wails of sobbing Mary, our Mother, cried when seeing Her precious Son in so much pain and torment. That is why one of Her titles is "the Sorrowful Mother". Her sorrow was "Her" bitter Passion. Feeling to the extreme that She felt, the sort of Sorrow piercing Her own Heart. Just as Simeon had foretold. Just think. There She was standing, so eager for the great Simeon to see and bless Her child, and there, with sorrow and his voice he tells Her that "a Sword of Sorrow shall pierce Her own heart". She still remained hidden in Her emotions. Just like She had always done. From Conception to death. Hidden, except to God's eyes. 

     The cry of the wild can be compared to our own cries. We await the Second Coming of Jesus with anticipation and watchfulness. Crying to Him for Salvation for the world. Salvation for our own Souls. 

     Let our cries be not in vain. May our ego diminish. May the reigns which hold so tight on our perdition be broken, so that we may freely greet our God with open arms of Love. Free from the stench of sin, and with the aroma of Everlasting Life with Him in Heaven .