At the Doorstep of Reality
Like eagles,
we soar—gliding
through the sky of life.
Through social turbulence
challenging our rise,
we continue to ascend;
the horizon before us.
Into the realm—like lions of Judah
roaring, we leave winged trails
in the traveled winds of time.
In our going
we leave
three little birds:
pecking assiduously
at the doorstep of reality.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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