A Prose Poem
When a man has eagles in his heart, and fire in his pen, he knows what to write. He knows who he is. Strength and courage from a hawk, soaring, with a strong spirit. But when the eagles begin to fade, and the hawks no longer fly, he begins to wonder. Is his spirit strong enough without them? Does he need to have more time on the earth, and less in the clouds?
Even nature has its limits. As he prays, his pen begins to wander, looking for answers, looking for understanding. He walks a tightrope, leaning forward, pushing his way past doubt. And slowly he realizes, he does not have to have eagles, hawks, or even a lion in his heart (although he can if he wants to). It is all about the love. It has always been about the love. Love from above, and love for others.
It is always about the love, and that is what brings the strength, and the courage. His spirit soars now, and his pen has fire once again.
Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Image of Hail Stone, unknown nation, from Pinterest
Blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”