I Soar
by Susan F. Morris

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You don’t have to believe in a world
that speaks for itself.
Geese and mating,
season of ducks and nesting.
Nature and love as one.

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No matter where you are or why,
the sun will beat down
the snow will fall and blanket
the yearning to belong —
to something greater than yourself.

You don’t have to pretend to understand.
Meanwhile the pines grow tall
the Elk and Moose roam free.
Flowers bloom, and give way to a beauty
only known by nature.

No matter who ever you are, no matter how lonely
the world offers you an imagination
like a camera lens, to witness the beauty
of a greater power at work. A belonging —
to something bigger.

To soar like an eagle and live in
the beauty of the deep blue sky —
is to know the freedom that lives inside.