On my way to a healing workshop, driving North out of the city, <br />I went under an overpass & nearly lost control when a large <br />Golden Eagle swooped low across my hood, turned & flew <br />out to the open sky. His scree pierced steady thrum of engine <br />& tires' rhythm on the road. <br /> <br />(A few nights earlier I'd dreamed an eagle had built a nest <br />in my house, in the attic. I told an ancient shaman of my dream & <br />asked him if it had any significance. He told me it was a good <br />sign. He said the eagle had chosen me & that it would be <br />a spirit animal of mine.) <br /> <br />As I continued on my journey, about 20 miles up the highway, <br />I saw a pair of eagles, one on each side of the road. <br />They moved in perfect harmony as if dancing in the sky. <br />I watched them join together & soar away when I passed by. <br />Just before I reached my turn-off I looked up and to my right. <br />In the sky, circling high above Georgia pines was a fourth eagle; <br />this one a Bald Eagle, solitary, & once more I heard that <br />piercing call & knew the truth of the shaman's words. <br /> <br />I gladly welcomed the eagles' gifts & knew I was coming <br />in to my power. After the workshop, I thought that my time <br />with eagles was done, but several years later in another <br />state in the small town where I reside, I was meditating <br />sitting on the stone wall near the Public Library. I felt something <br />lightly brush my right cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes to <br />see a large Golden Eagle swooping low along the sidewalk. <br />Her pinions had just touched my face & I knew that the <br />Eagle's Gift was not forgotten, not just a one-time visitation. <br />She was there to remind me that I was hers but most important <br />she was there to remind me to always let my spirit soar. <br /> <br />(Copyright 2/27/2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prosepoem-a-gift-of-eagles/
