That day I saw beneath dark clouds a single eagle soaring
barely discernable in the distance
yet I knew it’s passion and strength,
it’s confidence to know
with each feather of it’s being the wisdom of each breath of wind.
The way it knew how to ride the updrafts, eyes piercing the shallows for fish who knew not in that moment their lives were being eyed,
eyed for eagle dinner.
That day I saw beneath dark clouds a bright spot spreading across the far horizon
determined to rise, determined to illume the day, with such brightness.
We all stood drenched in light, in awe of our transformation,
warmed by joy, our laughter rang.
That day I saw beneath dark clouds a vision of a purpose
that for me would be my bright light.
Generously illuminating every life I touched,
giving and receiving
gathering and dispersing,
every moment filled with golden shared wisdom.
That day I saw beneath dark clouds an end to my sadness,
a soaring of my heart toward my way of illuminating the world.
Words of thankful praise sprang from my lips.
I was amazed and awestruck and then,
I realized
just in time
that I longed for coffee.
A way to begin again,
all that I was about to set aside, before that day
not so long ago.
May 29, 2024 | Bainbridge Island | Wild Writing with Kevin
