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I saw an eagle ascend in the sky
dance and circle there on high.
he soared aloft with perfect grace,
the majesty of time and space.
So moved was I at this event
I held it like a sacrament.
In mornings growing light,
below the mountain's towering height
came forth the stag of many tines,
and there stood he as if enthroned.
Like God in all these lands is he:
totally wild and totally free.
I walked upon a rocky shore
to rest and weary heart restore.
When from the sea there swiftly rose
a leviathan so mighty, in terror I froze.
Larger he than many a ship
slowly 'neath the waves did slip.
Peering off unto the West
clouds swirled there in mass unrest.
Lightening split the sky in twain,
And rumbled over the droughted plain.
Who starts these fans of the air
and who it is, has their care?
I sat beneath a giant tree of misery
and pondered on its ancient history.
Who allows that it should grow
from seed smaller than my toe?
Ah! Here little butterfly, you I spy
by whose law one day, you'll die?
From restless scene I soon fled,
without a thought which path to dread.
I saw an eagle ascend in the sky
dance and circle there on high.
he soared aloft with perfect grace,
the majesty of time and space.
So moved was I at this event
I held it like a sacrament.
In mornings growing light,
below the mountain's towering height
came forth the stag of many tines,
and there stood he as if enthroned.
Like God in all these lands is he:
totally wild and totally free.
I walked upon a rocky shore
to rest and weary heart restore.
When from the sea there swiftly rose
a leviathan so mighty, in terror I froze.
Larger he than many a ship
slowly 'neath the waves did slip.
Peering off unto the West
clouds swirled there in mass unrest.
Lightening split the sky in twain,
And rumbled over the droughted plain.
Who starts these fans of the air
and who it is, has their care?
I sat beneath a giant tree of misery
and pondered on its ancient history.
Who allows that it should grow
from seed smaller than my toe?
Ah! Here little butterfly, you I spy
by whose law one day, you'll die?
From restless scene I soon fled,
without a thought which path to dread.
My spirit yearning to break free,
driven by an endless search for Thee.
And though seeking far and wide,
Your face from me doth hide.
The lovely God I shall know well,
for long ago beneath his Blessing I fell.
All that live are nurtured by His hand
and life springs forth at Jesus' command.
Oh, How sweet life could be
Great Lord if you would come home to be.
The Summer ended long and dry
and autumn entered next to beautify.
Fall finshed the "Dance of the Leaves"
and Winter's beauty the eye deceives.
The Sun's appointed rounds it kept,
the snows of Winter it quickly swept.
Summer bursts forth in glory arrayed,
Her annual promise not betrayed.
Nightly Heavens roll swiftly by,
with dazzling and bright dazzling sky.
Who is He who adorns the Universe?
Have I missed some giant plan;
some great and vast plan for man?
Does Jesus know that I'm alive
and is there a purpose for me to strive?
Is my life naught but death and chaos
hung from me like the dreaded cross?
"Yes", He speaks, "in you I did place
one drop of blood from my face
this atom of My holy Flesh shall yearn
forever seeking My blood to return.
And thru all thy living days,
You shall seek to learn My loving ways."
Cory L Fletcher 10-2-2009
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