MY HEART IS AN EAGLE

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My heart is an eagle,

With wings that span the width of my joy.

My joy is manifest..

Deep in the seat of my soul.

My soul is a pilgrim,

Who I have met and jointed hands with

For the journey.

My journey is inward -

True to the thoughts of my mind.

My mind is an infant,

Staring at the wonder of her hands.

My hands are tools of precision,

And with them I will build my home.

My home is my heart,

And my heart is an eagle...

Come fly with me.

--

Victoria 1985

Another of my earlier poems