Shall god bless me?
That I may walk this path
Were modernist cannot last
And never know the sweetest snow
Alone with the coldest winter blast
Or how the snow releases heat
And raise the soul from winter deep
And soar where city can never know
The love of a natural Inuit soul
Envy thee Inuit
A love bloom grown in the void
Snow rise of the morning glorious
Truth the only language spoke
Except the tall fish tale jokes
Sight and scent of warm Caribou
Embrace the truth of solitude
The simple oval god stack stones
The journeys end that ends alone
Envy thee Inuit’s
Envy their way
Subtle devourer of light
Where only night fights day
May god bless me to walk this trail
Lifting and filling
The warmest winter sails
