The footprints of Arnakuagsak
mark her passage on the snow mountain.
We raise our eyes in prayer
to ask for her the vision to see
us through another winter.
Feather ice may your frost wings
glisten under the new moon
to guide us to our hunting ground.
Arnakuagsak may you point
our spears to hit their mark
so our children will not cry from hunger.
Bless the animals that will
sacrifice their lives to feed us,
and may their souls return
to the place of their home.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Arnakuagsak is the Inuit goddess of the hunt.
The Inuit hunt only for what they need.
They believe animals have souls
and when they die they will live on in the spirit world.
Written for Real Toads Transforming Fridays
Hannah challenged us to think "ice." With it being so hot
here I was more than happy to take my mind to a cold climate.