Great White Spirit

I recall a memory; it was a very long time ago.

Deep in the Klondike’s of the north,

Where the cold winds fiercely blow.

Upon the frozen tundra,

Roamed the mighty polar bear.

Hair snow clad white, the baddest bear up here.

I met one on a spirit trek, a question in my eye.

Are you my spirit guide, I asked?

Or is this my time to die?

The bear stood twelve feet tall.

He could have killed me with one mighty blow.

Yet in his stoic stance, I knew this would not be so.

So I stood before the goliath,

To him, I sang my song.

I thank you great white spirit father for showing me I belong.

You are one with the land,

This he spoke to me.

Go back with this wisdom child; what is meant to be shall be.

The mighty bear he turned and went,

His task with me complete.

I found I was with my tribe once more, my trek but a heart beat.

Now I am an old man,

That memory many moons ago.

I relate this tale to you now child so that you will also know.

The spirit that watches over this land,

He is with us one and all.

Simply listen in your heart, for you will hear him call.

It matters not where you journey,

In this land of the frozen snow.

You will find your peace my brother, for the spirit bear tells me so.