Be “Wilder”-ed
(a play on the word bewilder)
Lost, confused, how do I be wilder?
Dazed, bemused, longing to be wilder
Oh, wild, wild spirit of long ago
Oh, wild, wild spirit where did you go?
The energy swirling around me
Is just within my grasp
Although I am aging
My life has not yet passed
I long to claim the wildness stirring within me
I long to claim the wildness of the Blessed Trinity
Oh, useless fear, release your grip on me
Oh, wild, wild spirit – fly free!
Oh yes, Be Wilder me.
-Stacy Wilder
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