The eagle soars and
is free.
It glides and spirals
on the wind,
Beauty and grace in
the fine sinews of
its body.
Soft feathers, smooth
and beautiful
glint in the sun.
Its wings, stretched
and graceful,
Feels out the
slightest breeze.
Then, suddenly, the
eagle is tense,
Its eyes fixed,
Its talons ready.
Diving now, swooping,
A cry of victory.
The eagle soars and
is free.

ISAIAH 40v31.

Christian poetry

Georgina Smith

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