Soaring

a poem of awakening

A Spirit deep within me
Is yearning to be free.
To soar above like eagles
Skimming high above the trees.

There is a wind rustling
Deep within my soul.
It spins around the parts of me
That have so long run cold.

Those icy parts from deep within
Are drawn into the air
In the coolness of the night
There are gone without a care.

A love has come and covered me
With arms so safe and strong;
Calmed the wind and warmed my soul
The hardness forever gone.

Now I soar with eagles
Skimming high above the trees.
A heart has come to love me
And fill my every need.