Sacrament of Wilderness
Naked in midwinter magicLies an angel in the snowThe frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolvesAn encounter symbolic yet truthfulWith a hungry choir of wolvesAn agreement immemorial to be born
Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forestAccompany all charming tunesOf a sacrament by a campfireA promise between the tamelessAnd the one with a toolTonight the journey from a cave begins
I want to hunt with the tameless heartI want to learn the wisdom of mountains afarWe will honor the angel in the snowWe will make the streams for our children flow
Wrapped in furs beneath the northern lightsFrom my cave I watch the land untamedAnd wonder if some becoming seasonWill make the angel melt in shame
I want to hunt with the tameless heart...