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Bittersweet Flight
A small and battered eaglet
Bruised, broken, barely
breathing
Winds, storm, and then
sunset
But still his heart was
beating.
Living on the cruel ground
Where flight does not
belong
With dirt and rocks he’s
bound
His soul losing its eagle
song.
Our Lord’s care was not
gone
The finger of God did
bestow
A heart both good and
strong
With a purity few would
know.
Time after time he would
leap
Throwing himself into
the air
To no avail his wings
would beat
Another fall, another
break and tear.
In the Lord’s eyes he
did well
By his effort he did
gain
God’s own hand sent an
angel
With love and care to
sooth the pain.
With her wondrous touch
His wings grew strong
as his heart
The eagle loved her so
much
He followed, hoping never
to part.
Higher and higher he flew
Below his wings the earth
fell
But a bird of flesh and
blood
Couldn’t catch the divine
angel
Strong and free he found
peace
Flying high but carrying
his past
Scarred and ugly to say
the lease
His heart finding heaven
at last.
This eagle flies high
and all alone
Lifted by memories he
does dwell
More powerful than the
pain he’s known
The touch of a brown-eyed
angel.