Sacrament of Wilderness

Naked, in midwinter magic, lies an angel in the snow. The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves. An encounter symbolic, yet truthful, with a hungry choir of wolves. An agreement immemorial to be born. Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest. Accompany wall the charming tunes of a sacrament by a campfire. A promise between the tameless and the one with a tool. Tonight the journey from a cave begins. I want to hunt with the tameless heart. I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar. We will honor the angel in the snow. We will make the streams for our children flow. Wrapped in furs beneath the northern lights. From my cave I watch the land untamed. And wonder if some becoming season will make the angel melt in shame. I want to hunt with the tameless heart. I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar. I want to hunt with the tameless heart. I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar. We will honor the angel in the snow. We will make the streams for our children flow.