I stood and watched an eagle glide, spread his wings and soared across the sky, so gracefully he flew.
Rising effortlessly, I wanted to know just how to be free.
Tiny fingers curled 'round mine, perfectly formed, new born, the image of two.
Infinite mystery, I wanted to know where life comes from.
What human intellect can't sway must be explained away.
Earth, wisdom, religions of men, search without end to fill the spirit housed within.
Simplicity of God somehow escapes man.
I reached for the Eternal One. Creation He was waiting to reveal, His purpose in me, He said,
"This is where life begins, I made your spirit to light on the wind.
Come, let's fly on the wind.
Come on, let's fly on the wind.
On the wind."