When Eagles Fly

I love to watch eagles fly.

Sometimes they glide as though air were made of silk.
Sometimes they power up as though air were a mountain to be mastered.
And sometimes they dive and swerve as though surfing the currents.

But nothing compares to eagles flying in a storm above tumultuous waters.

When waves with angry fists pound against rocks,
When all the other birds have taken shelter,
When blustery horizons bode dark shadows.

Then eagles rise, stretch their mighty wings, attack the storm, and ride the wind.

It’s as though they say to themselves, “I have the wings for this.” They know they can handle the fierceness, so much so that they fly directly into it, face on, courageous and strong.

Eagles can teach us about storms.

When cancer pounds against us,
When we feel alone,
When it’s time to attack the storm, ride the wind, and own the sky,

We can say to ourselves, “I have the wings for this.”