photo of a bald eagle flying under the blue sky

I saw them fly,

high, high overhead—

stood still to watch two eagles

circle in finely drawn, yet perfectly visible lines

as if speaking to my heart’s need

to hope in such things—

that divine intimations might be as common

as this.

Regaining our spiritual strength is no small thing. Often it takes waiting on the Lord, for his wind to lift our spirits. To carry us where we need to be. To remind us where we belong.

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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