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Monday, August 23, 2004

The Eagle in the Sparrow

12:12 PM

I look down and see the shadow of a sad, weak sparrow,
always straining against the wind,
and as the swirling sand bits its flesh
it struggles with all its might to find its wings
bent sharp against its weary burdened back.
I see this, my shadow, warped and twisted on the earth
and sorrow burns deep scars on my darkened hope within.
I have seen the glass and it is not that it is half empty
that brings such despair
Instead it is that the part that is poured out
is the nectar for which I long and need.
I cry within.
I do have a stop and the rose I smell but it is the wrong rose for sure.
I do have a soul and a spirit but they have long forgotten and know each other not.
As i squeeze my last blood red drop of courage
into the urgent flap of my wings
I am surely lost on the very course I have charted.
I am lost exactly where I have chosen to be.
Every landmark I plotted is here
and I am more lost than I am alive.
In this dark knowing i finally find my hope
in the pure truth that i have none at all.
I will never reach my destined place on this course
no matter the strain, the blood, the tears, the ripping of my soul,
as my wings are torn from the sad creature I have made myself.
And in this hopeless hope,
formed of ironic cleansing disdain,
I discover the wind.
Not just the wind but the wind within the wind.
I stop flapping, let go, and begin to float
shifting in the cool soft air of my life,
my true life yet unforged.
Everything is new and i glide, then soar,
effortlessly toward the heavens.
My wings embrace the sky and at last
my soul again knows my spirit.
The nectar is not in the glass
because it has already filled my heart
an the smelled rose is at once every rose.
I don't struggle and strain because now i live.
The sand and the wind share my ride,
brothers and sisters at my side,
stroking and embracing me.
I watch the whole world breathe pure beauty in and out.
My heavy weight evaporates with my sigh
and fill the clouds that stroke my hair.
I look down.
The sad sparrow shadow is no more.
i see only the large outstretched wings of an eagle
on the wind of all winds
for which it always belonged.

Charles C. Manz

Inspiring and motivating poem ya? At least this partly helps me out during my depression. kekez.. =) To all my friends, i am seriously all right now. =)