God's Eagles
On angels...
Mounted canyons through mists
Vertical walls of wars
Crevices which crassly illumine
Canary blue open skies
Upwards through the cracks
We soar
Borne of winds of nature
Borne of need
Soaring we climb
Past the cracks
Past the stunted growth
Old fingers
Gnarled branches of time
Illumine to illuminated
Sheerest brilliance of sun
Soothing our troubled minds
We soar
For that is all we know
Only to fly
Never stopping
Soaring
That is all we know
Where we land
We survey all
From mountain tops
Shaded copses
Masterful landscapes
God’s eagles