By John Thomas Tuft

The eagle soaring in a cerulean sky
Looks down at the bear with a practiced eye
But neither ponders any questions of why
That perilous road belongs to you and I.

Consider the ant crawling through endless sands
Or the spider weaving endless strands
Neither considers themselves owners of lands
Or travels the perilous road on which love stands.

The horse galloping with abandon through the grass
The whale leaping from the waters for the joy of the splash
Both accepting the journey, no dwelling in the past
Or the perilous road beyond death insisting that our lives last.

The mountain goat considers the rock and knows it’s to climb
The honeybee considers success with flower and vine
Both consider life to be lived without doubt in mind
For our perilous road of life, we insist on meanings to find.

A baby is born ready to learn life is to savor
Touch what is to feel, taste that which is flavor
When there is danger do all one can to save her
For the perilous journey we insist on being owed some divine favor.

But what if the bear and the eagle know more than we believe
And the ant and the spider, goat and whale are the ones living free
And the horse always remembers to be grateful for the bee
While we are humbled by the perilous road teaching us on bended knee.