NOW IS THE TIME.
By David Stevens
NOW IS THE TIME.
Now is the time, I can feel it pulling me towards the edge, I move forward looking down, it is a long drop with only the final barrier between me and it. A tiny voice calls in my head, adding to the draw I can feel from the long drop. The ground that is so far away below me looks inviting, the pull of the drop tugs at my thoughts as the voice again calls to me.
“Now is the time,” I can hear it chiding. “Now is the time, trust me!”
My childhood has so far been perfect, my parents nice, attentive, and my food always arrived on time. I have never felt hungry or alone, someone has always been around to attend to me, but not any longer.
“Now is the time.”
I edge further forward just to get a better look. “Now is the time,” I know the voice in my head is right. I look around seeking someone, I am alone.
“Now is the time.” I have to agree, ‘now clearly is the time,’ I can feel the rightness of the time, and I am ready.
Standing up, stretching, reaching out I leapt, falling forward, to tumble towards the distant ground.
“The time is now,” says the voice. It is right, I waver, fully outstretched, feeling the wind in my face. Then it happens the time has arrived, I am no longer the helpless dependent child; I am free.
* * * * *
My time has arrived, the voice is right, and the feeling of exhilaration completes my certainty. I thrash against the air; I am feeling for the first time, I have gained the freedom of a sort of flight. I am now a bird soaring upward into the sky. I am no longer a captive of the ground, I am free to do or go where or when I want.
I have broken away with one single simple leap, and from now on my life will begin again. Slowly the ground approaches, I can see a man standing far below me, bound by gravity, held in his place watching me as I f;oat closer.
“No,” the voice screams! “No,” it repeats in warning; I comply; even in my freedom I have to comply, nature controls my life in everyway.
* * * * *
John Wills looked up, he as amazed to see a body plummeting towards him. His binoculars hung around his neck were superfluous as he could see the target quite clearly. It was the first time for him that something like this had ever happened. As he watched in awe, the young Eagle stretched out its wings, flapped once and drove up into the sky. Vanishing before John could fumble his binoculars up to his eyes to watch the fledgling fly out of his sight.
His friends in the bird watching society would never believe that he had been present at the first fledging of a baby Eagle. He alone had been honored to watch as the wild creature left its nest for the very first and only time.
The wonders of nature instill a delight in the soul of man, making us complete when in silence and awe we are privy to its ascension.
© Copyright 2017 David Stevens. All rights reserved.
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