Gazing on the truths we have not yet
been forced to see.
Those who walk on the edge of eternity
are captured by a larger vision;
And if their attention seems out of focus
in our darkened mirrors,
it is only because the veil is lifting.
We are unmasked by them,
and our hearts are stripped of masquerade.
Our hands are hungry with the need
to hold and touch,
even as they withdraw into silent determination.
The edge of eternity must be a lonely place
for who can know the battles fought,
the victories won in bitter silence.
Or the hard won faith that can never be shared
with those who walk beside
yet apart.
Those who walk on the edge of eternity
bear the look of eagles.
A LOOK OF EAGLES c.2002
Donna Swanson
