As an Eagle's Aerie

Author Allison Moore Giles

As an Eagle’s Aerie

Allison Moore Giles

I used to think that to find you,
I must climb to a high place,
as high as an eagle's aerie.

For it is there, and only there,
I thought, that you must be, and 
to meet you there, 
I must of my own fruition climb.

And so, my fingers grasped for roots
to hold yet only met with shifting sand,
the rocks slipping as I hung, 
suspended I knew not how
at the place I could not pass. 

Until I felt the hand with stronger grasp
than mine—staying my fall—
carrying me forth
further up and further along 
that narrow way, that way
that he and only he knows how to ascend.

For verily, he has already ascended
this pass, impassable as it seemed to me.
Not once, not twice, but thrice.

The first as one wholly changed
as we one day, like him, shall be.
The second as one marred 
beyond recognition
to bring us safely there—and free 
from harm—along its rocky way.
The third to rise victorious
determining for all eternity—

that this is not a place to which one 
walks, stumbles, or climbs 
by one’s own fleeing strength
during one’s waning days upon this earth
but a place to which one is carried on eagle's wings.

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