Still as stone he waits.
He stands strong and cold,
His fiery ebony eyes scan the horizon,
Searching for the unsuspecting target beneath.
Like a gargoyle carved into the cliff’s steep wall, His
Emotionless eyes take in the arid sunset.The silhouettes
of tall cacti Etch the horizon, and golden rays
emboss each flower and pebble. Not even
such great beauty can touch this proud
being of elite perfection. He feels
not the stinging bite of winter, nor
the gentle kiss of spring. He is alone in
the world and the world is there for his taking.
He knows every rock in
the valley as a father knows
Every hair on his baby’s head. He has seen life come
And seen it go. Isolated. Unmoved. Unshaken. The
Eagle stands as close to the starry heights of heaven
As he does to the fiery inferno beneath. This is his
Domain. His orders and missions are set out for him
By Mother Nature. She has bestowed him with
Weapons of unimaginable power and a fortune of
Priceless value. But one gift has not been given.
The creature cannot see color. His world is black
And white. He cannot see the beauty of the rosy
Red cactus flowers, he only sees an ugly bristly
Plant. He cannot see the beautiful rainbow and
So he grudgingly endures thousands of storms
Without ever being able to see what makes it
All worth the while. And so we too stand.
Alone in our own world, proud and blind.
We stand overlooking our riches and gold.
Isolated. Unmoved. Unshaken. We too
Go about our lives seeing the worst,
And failing to see the color that laces
Each and every storm each cactus in our
Busy life. Is the world black
and White or in color?
It is all in how
One sees the