'Tis a blessing to be bonded as a child, <br /> With little feathered beings of the wild. <br /> A blessing that accrues, <br /> And to then lose, <br /> Is too much to be borne <br /> By weakest humanity, so forlorn. <br /> Albeit there are challenges of strife, <br /> 'Tis stewardship to be honored through life. <br /> To be able to converse with a bird <br /> Is better to have felt than heard. <br /> To soar on the wings of an eagle, <br /> Out yonder, unfettered by space, <br /> Is the sweetest imagination to be given <br /> By God, in all His Grace! <br /> As one not of this world, <br /> With all of earth's fetters unfurled, <br /> 'Tis better to be windward bound <br /> Than to be shackled to the ground.<br /><br />Eva McLelland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-wings-of-an-eagle/
