Soaring High
I wish I were an Eagle
Soaring high in God’s blue sky.
Effortlessly flapping its wings
Taking it ever high.
Surveying the earth beneath
Sharp eyes taking all in
Searching a likely prey
A tasty meal for him.
Swooping swift as a bullet
Feathers fluttering in the wind
A hare, a fish, a bird
His talons soon will win.
Back to the aerie
Three hungry chicks to feed
With mouths wide open
Ingesting nourishment they need.
His daily chore completed.
His family will survive.
Then back to Gods vast range
To swoop, and soar, and dive.
Oh, for the life of an Eagle
What freedom that must be?
Oh, for the life of an Eagle
Knowing you are free.
Tom Fenning
7/22/2005
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I like the concept of soaring free through the skies, I guess this explains this new sport of “bird-men” sky diving with wing-suits and flying up to 5 miles in any direction before deploying a parachute.
I live in a place where eagles and falcons soar. This makes it easy to relate to this piece. Then there is the scripture that says, “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up on wings as eagles.:” You’ve painted a nice picture.