HOPE RIDING ON EAGLES’ WINGS
​(Written to express what the experience of being in a country that is going
​through a profound change process is like since the election of 2016)
 
 
If I could ride on eagles’ wings high above the land, 
I’d see union and division, with their lines drawn in the sand. 
Though hope dwells there for a few, there is also fear and doubt, 
Our unsettled country is changing fast – as I travel about.
 
  
At the deepest meaning of changes’ core, 
The word loss comes to the fore, 
Bringing with it uncertainty, 
By allowing sadness and grief to be.
  
 
The preciousness of our land so loved, 
Needs the collective strength of the hawk and the dove… 
Together their energies must abide, 
To reach out across the great divide.
  
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
​Posted, January 26, 2017