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A Lone Wolf:
Shunned by the pack wonders the
woods alone hunted by man.
He hunts and wonders alone keeping away from the others
not wanting to fight them.
He has traveled many miles looking
for A place to belong,where he can fit in.
knowing that one day he may
have to be content being
by himself.
Living from day to day never
knowing what each day will
bring,he howles to find A partner
he gets no reply,move on to A
new location looking for a mate
to settle with.
The day come,s he cannot travel
any longer,can't find A mate to
share his life with,he lays down
one last time with images in his
mind,his eye's close.
Maybe his spirit will have better
luck and find peace and
contentment A spirit mate would
make his next journey the one
he couldn't find in life.
Arctic Wolf
The Wolf Ceremony
I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson. So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot. Seated at my feet
he listened as I told him of the powers that were given to each creature. He moved not a muscle as I explained how the woods
had always provided us with food, homes, comfort, and religion. He was awed when I related to him how the wolf became our
guardian, and when I told him that I would sing the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed.
In my song, I appealed to the wolf to come and preside over us while I would perform the wolf ceremony so that the bondage
between my grandson and the wolf would be lifelong.
I sang.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.
I sang.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.
I sang.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed-- the link to creation.
I sang.
In my eyes sparkled love.
I sang.
And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.
When I had ended, it was if the whole world listened with us to hear the wolf's reply. We waited a long time but none
came.
Again I sang, humbly but as invitingly as I could, until my throat ached and my voice gave out. All of a sudden I realized
why no wolves had heard my sacred song. There were none left! My heart filled with tears. I could no longer give my grandson
faith in the past, our past.
At last I could whisper to him: " It is finished!"
"Can I go home now?" He asked, checking his watch to see if he would still be in time to catch his favorite
program on TV.
I watched him disappear and wept in silence. All is finished!
Chief Dan George
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