An Eagle Soars

An Eagle Soars

His dark out line is sharp against the clear blue Sky
Showing great strength He pulls Himself amongst the soft white clouds
Long circles across the sky, one might say He’s lost
Something tells Me that He isn’t Determined, as if Life depended on it, He keeps His eyes on the ground far below Him
Scanning the Earth’s floor, He finds me, standing alone atop a Mountain
The stunning Grey Mountain cuts through the blue sky, outlining greatness and accomplishment
Unsure as to why I was on this Mountain, and puzzled even more by how I got there, I stood
Lost
With a proud form, the Eagle lands next to Me on a branch of an old pine tree
I look over to Him, but his wise deep eyes never turn to my direction
Instead, He keeps his eyes looking across the land
Knowing
“Would You like me to Show You?” comes a loud but comforting voice
Not believing an Eagle could speak, and thinking I must be hallucinating, I said nothing
But He knew what lied in the depths of my heart
And My eyes became His eyes
My arms, His mighty wings I stretched wide
And My feet, now grasping the weathered old pine branch below
I closed My new eyes
I inhale Crisp, Clear, Cool Air
The Oxygen comes into My lungs and travels to the outmost parts of My new body
A new Energy flows with it like Lightning, making Me sharp and alert
I open My new eyes to see Everything, I drink the images of God and His Creation
I see how He has carefully, and lovingly placed each Individual piece
The view of God glory is almost overpowering, but the lightning keeps me strong
Exhale
I take another deep Breath as I take to the sky
How to describe flying? Freedom, Peace, Wholeness
Gliding through the fresh air with the wind in my face, I wonder where this Journey is headed
What plans are in store for Me? What answers will I find?I fly far off, away from the Mountain until I come to a Hazel Field
Long grass sways gently in the light breeze
The sun is high and bright. It’s rays traveling from afar dry a Butterfly’s wings from the morning’s dew Displaying Her magnificent colors of blue, red, yellow, and violet, She flutters with Grace
She lands in a patch of wild flowers who boast an even more delightful show of colors
She sits quietly, knowing of her Beauty
Below Her, a Field Mouse scurries through a maze of self made tunnels. Going which ever way he pleases
Knowing of his Accomplishments. He is full of life. Knowing Freedom
And at last a Bunny as white as a Christmas mornings snow fall, returns home to his family
Love and Joy overflow His home, as they are now all together
Exhale
I want this Love, this Peace and FulfillmentI long for It, Thirst for It. I Lust for It The Greed consumes me, as I begin to take in another Breath
I must get as much of this Crisp, Clear, Cool Air as I can
I force more and more Oxygen into my lungs
Eyes shut tight as pain begins to fill my chest, but I ignore it. I take off again to find
More
Far away from the Hazel Fields I come upon a Large Canyon
And below it, a Plush Green Forest sits in the Darkness
Blinded by the Greed I dive down and land on a dead branch
A winding River flows through the Canyon
It rages with conformity, rejecting itself from freedom
With the slightest change of course, the entire river shifts as a whole
In perfect uniform like a Nazi Army preparing for Battle
As They crash into polished round stones speckled in shades of brown and black
Individual droplets of Blue emerge from the mass and take to the Air
I watch in Horror as They scream for Their Freedom
Pleading with the Sky to remove Their shackles and Rescue Them from the thrashing, drowning, grasp But the Sky does not hear Their cries. It is too busy attending to the Birds and Clouds
So the Individuals turn to the Trees, groaning for a Rescuer But the tall old Trees are full of ignorance, they don’t know the Pain of the riverbed beside them
Realizing the hopeless truth, that They are not destined for Freedom
That Pain and Emptiness are all They are going to feel
Chills run across and through Them
A feeling of Cold comes into Them and fills Them, only to slowly leave
Like a soul removing itself from a dead man
And Gravity pulls on the Individuals bringing them back to the River
Consumed in an instant, They will never be again
Forever, lost in a world of Blue
Where even the Trees leave you for dead
And the Sky never will hear Your cries for Salvation
Exhale
Suddenly, I am My own again
No more Sharp eyes or glorious Wings
Standing on my own feet, back atop the Grey Mountain
Had I been asleep? Was it all a Dream?I turned and there stood the Eagle on His branch“Why have you shown me these things?”“What Answers am I supposed to have?” I asked
And I suppose, If eagles could talk
He would have
A soft sparkle seemed to fill His Eyes
He opened His great Wings, and took to the Sky
A feeling deep within told me
This Journey wasn’t an Answer at all

-Noah Peterson (2007)