The Redemptive Eagles
That morning he was low, and
His spirits were low.
He drooped and wobbled, and
He was down, down, down.
Then, in January sunlight
He saw the eagles,
First the perched one,proud, solid,
Full of confident beauty.
In a tree close by the nest,
Brown and rough,
Was made so as to say—
I come from ancient times, and
I reflect the strength of the strongest.
The sight of the eagles raised him,
To share the eagles’ vision.
Now he rightly saw river, levee, road, and
Saw the man, lifted in spirit, and
Open to joy.
--January 23, 2013 |