Often we find ourselves torn between right and wrong, what we want to do and what we were taught to do. It is easy to get taken in by the hype behind the multitudes and become awestruck with it’s displays, but is that where we always want to be? In a large group, silenced by a million voices, hidden by identical appearances, blending in with the background? A struggle it may be, but being alone does have it’s benefits. Read this passage, and use it as food for thought, do you soar like an eagle?
They were not exactly barnyard buddies.
As black clouds roiled high overhead and
thunder rumbled in the distance, two
birds looked up at the ominous sky.
Though the two birds had lived in the
barnyard since infancy they were as
different as night and day. The chicken,
with her beak down, was busy pecking in
the dirt and trash.
She scratched in the debris searching for worms, scraps, and corn. She frantically
finished her meal before she ran to the barn for refuge from the storm.
The appearance and actions of the other bird were quite opposite of the chicken.
He sat on a fence post, his head lifted to the sky, and his sharp eyes piercing the
dark rolling clouds over the mountain peak.
As he stretched his wings, gusts of wind almost lifted him from his perch.
The feathers of his wings that had once been clipped to prevent him from flying
away had once again grown to their full length. Something stirred within his
breast. Suddenly his keen eyes spotted a lone eagle soaring high above the storm
clouds. He heard the sharp cry of the soaring eagle.
The young eagle instinctively spread his wings. A gust of
wind lifted him from his fence post and with a scream of freedom, he mounted up
higher and higher on the air currents.
He left the barnyard forever.
An eagle is born to soar. He has inherited a nature that cannot and will not survive captivity. They must be free to soar high in the sky. It may seem lonely up there, but the eagle doesn’t care, because it is his nature to soar and not live with the multitudes in captivity.
The time comes when every eagle must
leave the soft, secure nest and live the
eagle life. Looking down from the heights
of its nest is scary for the young eaglet.
It’s also dangerous. He is reluctant to
venture out, so the mother makes it very
uncomfortable in the nest.
She tears up the soft bed, beats her wings over the
eaglets, and finally spreads her wings and
the eaglet is taken for a ride on her back.
Suddenly the eaglet tumbles off and must
either spread its wings and learn to fly or
crash to the ground. Tumbling end over
end, the eaglet utters a frightened
screech. After what seems like almost
certain death, the mother eagle flies
underneath and bears it up on her
wings, until it learns to soar like an eagle.