Does the eagle know
Glory in the day’s end sun
Or my eyes alone
Does the eagle know
Glory in the day’s end sun
Or my eyes alone
He seemed, at least to himself
Unsteady, dilapidated
Built on feeble support
Detritus scattered all about him
He had suffered
Many storms
A lifetime of obstinate hardship
One day a passing glance at his reflection
And there he stood, steadfast
In all his battered glory
Daylight wanes
With ecstatic eruptions of colour
While we stragglers
Greedy for celestial glory’s
Every moment
Make our way
To the last ride down
Sol yet plays coy with leaden horizon
But there is enough magic
In dawn’s wan light
To illumine the contrast
Of ancient glory
Astride modern poverty
While camera and I
Find beauty in both
I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat
Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty
Alive to the moment
Golden glory of sunrise
Remind me
Existence is a miracle thrice
That there is something to observe at all
That there is something to observe it all
And that I am both those somethings
In the midst
Of expansive glory
She finds wonder
In the smallest
Little things
It is that smallest
Little thing
About her
I love
Most
Arrives the dawn in golden glory
Sunlight’s kiss good morning
Rise ye
Rise ye
The universe is calling
The ebb
Of tides and life
Reveals the glories concealed
By full flood