I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.


It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.


It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.


I needed a change,
a new life, away
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.


I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.


Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.


And before it came,
I was excited to see.
Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.


And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.


And I knew in that instant I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.
It was ok. God was with me.

freedomSpiritspoken word

◄ Unholy Boss


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Chris Bunton

Tue 14th Jul 2020 05:16

Thank you!

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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 19:52

May your god always walk beside you.

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