 Above The Storm
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I shielded my eyes as I gazed high above,
gliding on the thermals was a lone eagle,
oh how I would love to join him as he soared,
way above the mundane and trivial, the fearful
and abominable, rising to meet the storm,
the dark clouds only serving to lift him higher,
I thought of the scripture telling us of the
end result which only comes from the
act of waiting on, seeking out, the Lord,
it is in that process we begin to see
His face, as we soar above the doubts,
fears and insecurities within, into the
rarified and pure atmosphere of that
which is spiritual and cannot be tainted
by the emotions and vagaries of the
realm of flesh, the earthy
As this great bald eagle lifted and
rode on the currrents far and away,
my eye must strain to see him, yet he
could see all beneath him, standing on
the ground I could only see that which
was close to me, my view blocked by
anything higher than I, his was unimpeded,
and wide, detailed and all encompassing
was that which he saw, I could only
think of the times I had soared in the
Spirit as this magnificient bird was
doing, my eye could see far in the
distance and beneath, I had understanding
of the events and circumstances
which troubled, understood why they
were and the benefit which derived
from them, and knew the things
which were of no value
He circled lazily and into my view
came another, it seemed to be a young
one, learning perhaps, practicing, under
the auspices of the older, mature bird,
and I think of those who helped me to soar,
and rise above the cares and fears which
gripped my mind and spirit, they gave me
to know through their testimony and
teaching that I could rise as high in God
and His Spirit as I dared by faith to go,
the only limit was my own doubts and
fears, and those were subject to me, I
could stay with the birds who nested in
trees close to earth, find my sustenance
where it was most safe, or I could seek
out that which I was sent here to do, wait
in patience as my wings developed, and
know, when the soft feathers were taken
from my nest, it was time to exercise and
soar, Oh my eagle friend, I am coming to
join you, I shall rise above and soar on the
thermals of the storm that rages around me,
by faith I will glide with the wings of His
Spirit within, I will rise to greet the morning
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But they that wait upon the LORD shall
renew their strength; they shall mount up with
wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint. Isa:40:31:
sharon ~~ April 2001
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