Blogs by Patsy J Lewis
To Be An Eagle
4/24/2004 7:00:41 PM
"And They Shall Mount Up With Wings as an Eagle" King James version, Holy Bible
Sailing on the curents of air, an eagle floated into view. Envy touched her at the effortless flight. It was free of earth. Between the blue sky and the trees, belonging to neither. No ties, no strings, no guilt nor regret. Spy the prey, eat, soar again.
I'm almost 60, she told herself. The figure meant nothing. Nothing except that her life has been lived up. Her one chance at happiness, love, fulfillment. Used up. She felt only scorn for that youthful self. The one who saw life and people in the best light. The way she believed it to be. Which she now knew was her own ignorance of reality. Now there is nothing left except reality. Would she allow the weariness creeping through her brain to dissolve her ambition? Could she shake loose from the terrible hopelessness that screamed "Surrender!" Could she gather about her the remmants of that youthful expectation and ignore the figure that set her within a time frame? Her eyes followed the flight of the mighty King of the skies. "I believe I, too, can fly," she whispered. I'm alive. I have waited upon the Lord. I have delighted myself in Him. He desires that I write. He has given me the desire. I shall mount up with wings as an eagle,soar beyond the pull of earth's discouragements and sad doubting. Into the realm of possibilities. Endless vistas of songs waiting to be birthed, of poems beating their wings against the walls of my soul and words that spring up from the fountain within my spirit.
"Yes!" She cried to the soaring eagle. "Yes!"
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