by Sinnet Olina Tiwaz, Denmark

Beautiful White Eagle,
whirling around
on a winter’s day,
Going up and going down,
 but all of a sudden on the earth
you laid.

Struck by a fever that made you dizzy.
Helpless I saw your wings get filthy,
as the Earth was drawing
as if it was calling;

“Spirit of Heaven, please come closer.
Tell us your mission of being a holder,
of spiritual aspiration
For everyone, that seeks
and finds,
divine information”

With care and a lot of dare
I nursed your fragile and feathering body
As I listened to your silent voice
telling me details about
your Medicine of choice.
At last your freedom you have found again,
towards the Northern light
I am watching your flight.
Renewed with power
makes you fly
for endless hours.

Fulfilled with thankfulness
My feathered friend
I will you bless.
Thank you for the sign
You gave me along
Thank you for your time
and for teaching me your
private song.
The song of freedom
and other realms,
- we will meet again one day
when I too towards the northern star,
will fly away.

Sinnet Olina Tiwaz © 2005