The eagle in us

Gods and heroes fly above like eagles
I walk under them in awe
Some fall below me like duck season casualties
I walk over them cautiously

Youth is a variety
so much like luck
A flavor
An occasion just long enough for a transformation

Through the years we travel
Justice seems so abstract
The food of God always present
Yet our appetites for other things, form cravings

The great promotion of the charismatic
Flare as far as the eye and the smile can knock it
As youth is
So much like luck
A flavor

when they get knocked off the stage
they get back on the road
we furnish our own sandals here
for the road itself is painful
The aid of God is always available
Yet our appetite for pride, forms infections

Old age can be as negligent of life as youth
As the mind reverts itself to false certainties
Familiarities and limited content
Not much luck and not much flavor
But god renews the eagle in us
If our appetite for life still motivates us to the table