Aspen Time

Snowy skies in the mountains
Painted with grays and blues
I heard an eagle cry in the distance 
 Towering spires into the heavens
Beyond our reach or thought
This creature commands our glance
 near God’s lofty realm  
Aspens reaching starkly toward the sky
 Lined up in endless, silent rows
Eagles sit like so many soldiers on this river -lined path 
 Wolf howling in the distance
 Echoing an endless lament for those lost
Eagle answering, “I hear your cry and understand God’s
  plan.” 
Eagle soaring high in the wind
Searching for his brother or sister, calling
“Take me to Your kingdom, I am so close.”  
Smell of wood burning, floating on the horizon
Giving sacrifice for our warmth
Yet the eagle’s journey is cold and solitary 
River flowing with relentless sound
A silent path called life I haven’t yet traveled
 Eagle…masterful , while balanced delicately with
    existence  
Altitude both crisp and clear
 Breath straining to exert itself
Eagle glides tired yet tireless on an invisible river of air  
Snow draped once again on the landscape
Crunching beneath our wandering feet
The eagle glides overhead beckoning our attention.
 ”Remember me?”  
Some have come and gone like this wind
Others fade away, saying
“Oh eagle; we aspire your perfection like God’s
 kingdom.” 
 Where will it all end?
I say, never.
And the eagle journeys on  
And like the eagle, we too journey on
 Down this river of life ever moving
Our goal, the heavens like this aerial messenger 
 I heard an eagle cry in the distance
 Acknowledging God’s subtle reminder
“Take flight and follow Me…”