An Eagles Wing
AN EAGLES WING
I flew my kite into the new wind,
And soon tattered shreds appeared.
Can I withstand the winds of life,
Or will I be torn and fall to earth.
Are there times we seek shelter,
To put off the day we face alone.
For the strength I call upon now,
Must plant my feet firmly to earth.
Yet my dreams float in the wind,
Dare I let go and chase them.
A steady hand shall not rule me,
I shall fly with young born eagles.
With steely eyes I gaze upon it,
The earth which belongs to me.
So I fear not the tearing winds,
But I gather courage from them.
And now I share this new sky,
With the spirit of the eagles.
So I live with no limits in my life,
For I have soared above them.
T. Michael Daly