On my way to a healing workshop, driving North out of the city,
I went under an overpass & nearly lost control when a large
Golden Eagle swooped low across my hood, turned & flew
out to the open sky. His scree pierced steady thrum of engine
& tires' rhythm on the road.
(A few nights earlier I'd dreamed an eagle had built a nest
in my house, in the attic. I told an ancient shaman of my dream &
asked him if it had any significance. He told me it was a good
sign. He said the eagle had chosen me & that it would be
a spirit animal of mine.)
As I continued on my journey, about 20 miles up the highway,
I saw a pair of eagles, one on each side of the road.
They moved in perfect harmony as if dancing in the sky.
I watched them join together & soar away when I passed by.
Just before I reached my turn-off I looked up and to my right.
In the sky, circling high above Georgia pines was a fourth eagle;
this one a Bald Eagle, solitary, & once more I heard that
piercing call & knew the truth of the shaman's words.
I gladly welcomed the eagles' gifts & knew I was coming
in to my power. After the workshop, I thought that my time
with eagles was done, but several years later in another
state in the small town where I reside, I was meditating
sitting on the stone wall near the Public Library. I felt something
lightly brush my right cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes to
see a large Golden Eagle swooping low along the sidewalk.
Her pinions had just touched my face & I knew that the
Eagle's Gift was not forgotten, not just a one-time visitation.
She was there to remind me that I was hers but most important
she was there to remind me to always let my spirit soar.
(Copyright 2/27/2006)
Hugh this was a delight to read, a poem of faith and appreciation. I do wonder if this really happened, but I suppose the readers lesson should be to always be looking. I love synchronicity, or spiritual significance in my life. Thanks for sharing this. Angie
i like the way the shaman is brought into this poem, the symbolism of the eagles, the wondering by the reader if this piece is true. endearing writing, Hugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am aware of the magic of Golden Eagles having watched them many times in the highlands of Scotland.Symbol of freedom and strength to be kept at arms length.A good write Hugh. Respect, Sid John.