In lands where silence wears a crown,
Where northern lights come dancing down,
There walks alone through frost and pine,
A ghost of snow, both fierce and fine.
With eyes like stars in midnight’s dome,
The white wolf calls the wild her home.
No cage, no chain, no man-made law
Can bind the breath the spirits draw.
Born of moon and mountain mist,
She runs where earth and heaven kissed.
Her howl, a song of wind and flame—
Of freedom none can ever tame.
She bears the scars of battles past,
Yet walks with pride, unbowed, steadfast.
Each step a vow, each breath a flame,
Each heartbeat whispers her true name.
Not made for packs, not born to serve,
She moves with purpose, strength, and nerve.
A guardian of ancient ways,
A shadow in the silver haze.
To see her is to feel the wild—
The soul once free in every child.
The part of us we left behind,
Still prowling deep within the mind.
The spirit of the white wolf roams,
Through shattered dreams and broken homes,
To lead us back through snow and stone—
To find the wild we once had known.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is a powerful and evocative poem Brenda !! It beautifully captures the untamed spirit of the wild as embodied by the white wolf—a symbol of resilience, freedom, and the primal self we often suppress. The imagery is vivid, and the message is a stirring call to remember and reclaim the wildness within us.🌷🤝