Flight Of Rebirth Poem by Paul G. Kallen

If only more people knew
The strength and oneness of her soul!
I’m blessed to be among the few
Who see the aureole.

Having a soul devoted to flights,
She should have been born a golden eagle.
But life is life; sometimes it bites,
They say it’s legal.

Like eagles in their drastic change,
She plucks her prior feathers out.
Renewed, she’ll reach her former range,
And this, without a doubt.

August 22,2007