This poem is dedicated to those who feel frustrated, sad, or confused by what life has brought them.
It may be an unanticipated diagnosis, a deteriorating relationship, or any circumstance that arrives uninvited and feels overwhelming. As Shakespeare observed, the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” often strike without warning—like a cloud appearing from nowhere on an otherwise clear day.
And yet, within us, there remains something quietly enduring—something made sacred not by choice, but by fate.
Where Eagles Dare
I come to see, to stand, to soar—
beholding lands from God’s own eye.
Where eagles dare.
To embody the beauty that circles me,
feeling the winds of heaven
sweep borrowed glory through my bones.
Where eagles dare.
Remembering the siren calls of my youth,
imaginings once only dreamt,
still whispering from unseen shores.
Where eagles dare.
Why am I called to fly,
to experience what others never wish to travail?
Fate does not answer.
Where eagles dare.
Fear encompasses my being—
knowing one slip, one error
returns all to ruin.
And still, I persist.
Where eagles dare.
Through flight I reach heights
the farmers till, the bankers toil,
the bakers roil—
souls bound to earth—
will never see.
Where eagles dare.
I was not summoned for this,
a task never requested,
a promise unbroken,
the edge of earth laid bare.
Where eagles dare.
For the journey I take,
in rarefied air,
does not free me—
it sanctifies me.
The soul is never unbridled.
Where eagles dare.
