Eaglet’s Prayer

by Kirsten M. Christensen

My fledgling wings

and eager heart

throb

in my struggles

to rise

over ground

and tree

and cloud

I plead

for surging cloud breaks

to spread my wings

and pulse my heart

with freshness

to soar

over ground

and tree

and cloud

and once risen

to see the wholeness

of creation

invisible

from below