To See Another Day

The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea. - Thoreau

eyes sharper than a razor blade

steady on course and not easily swayed

divine gift from heaven

more majestic than a boeing 747

climbing

ascending

never bending

soaring and circling

searching, eyeing, spying and crying

never questioning

never whoing, whating, whereing or whying

swooping and scooping

shrieking and whooping

part of the story

the hawk lives to proclaim your glory

the loftiness of creation

for the god-given right of wings to soar

dropping bread for the poor

showing us life and the way

on truth that lives

lives to declare and pray

giving faith a voice to say

saying what it has to say and laying what it has to lay

never going astray

airborne over land and walking on water despite feet of clay

if for no other reason than

to see another day

Author's Note

"I would rather never taste chickens' meat nor hens' eggs than never to see a hawk sailing through the upper air again." - Thoreau