To me, freedom is like an eagle soaring through the air.  As each wing beats, it spirals higher and higher into the misty clouds.  To me, freedom is like a cheetah running into the wind as it breathes the sweet summer air. To me, freedom is like a dolphin cutting through the water with the greatest of ease.  Freedom is like a weeping willow reaching its branches out and feeling the wind rustle its leaves.  Freedom is like a wolf singing to the moon.  As the wolf reaches its heart out to it, the wolf feels one with the moon.  First the song is as high-pitched as the shriek of an eagle.  When it ends, it is as low as the deep rumble of thunder.  Freedom is like a polar bear sitting on the ice under the many lights of the northern stars.  Freedom is like fire.  Not the fire we warm ourselves with.  It is the fire that's inside of us.  It turns us away from wrong and guides us to do what is right.  If you look deep into the eyes of any animal, plant, or human, you will see it burning.  Someday, I would like to live in that type of freedom, the type of freedom that I believe God wants us to live in.  Someday, I will get out there, where the eagle flies and the dolphin swims.  That is where I belong and in my heart I know that for a fact.  Then I can be spiritually, truly, free.

 

 

 

Karen Therrien