As Eagles We Soar.

We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness,
illness, regret, rejection, sins, a hushed heart,
a love never returned, a day we never knew
our eyes could possibly shine from.
We are remnants of anything and everything
and that doesn't make us worthless
for our many parts can be raised up.
Yes, our eyes are glistening, as the majestic sky
delivers grace from Heaven,
yet we have not been outridden by the storm.

Our stories nurture us, at the same time,
they eat up any deviation from our path.
Sometimes, we choose to be chained
against walls rather than seek help,
rather than acknowledge we are beloved.

And so eons see a generation we never
believed in, as they mourn and accept
defeat.
We must sing, we must rise, we must
act selflessly and think of others often,
understanding it is not selfish to call
out that which buries us into shame,
that which unsettles our thoughts
and causes shakes and midnight tremors.

We could not have lived, without first
being loved.

We are newborn eagles, anticipating when
we are all called to live again and be lifted up,

by none other than a God who will endure
through any black cloud of life.

-
Written 4/16/14

Was listening to "Survivor" by Matthew West on the way home tonight. That was my prompt, and although the story initially was written for a cancer patient, the lyrics change later to realize how we are all survivors, of so many things. (As I was writing I had the image of an eagle and thought of the hymn "and He will raise you up on eagle's wings").