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The Eagle

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Sometimes more often
Than he dared admit
The photographer hid
Behind the dim silent eye
Focus, shut, refocus
Easier to pretend he didn’t mind
Hero, they called him
War zones captured it all
Life and death tethered
By a thread, a flash
A hope things might change
Always moving on, leaving behind
Horrors, fears, brokenness
And sometimes in the dark
Wandering back to his youth
He’d find an eyrie, an eagle’s nest
Pitched high above blue seas
And then he’d climb again
And watch an eagle soar
And dream of liberty

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

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Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

3 thoughts on “The Eagle

  1. Your poetry is so very beautiful Susan. I love the hope and longing cvaptured in the last lines, ‘And sometimes in the dark
    Wandering back to his youth
    He’d find an eyrie, an eagle’s nest
    Pitched high above blue seas
    And then he’d climb again
    And watch an eagle soar
    And dream of liberty’

  2. A moment spent in your blog is like a lovely retreat. You inspire, fill me with hope and guidance. thank you for all you do, Susan. I am giving you the Sunshine Award today. http://believeanyway.wordpress.com/2012/03/26/well-sing-in-the-sunshine-well-laugh-every-day/

    • Thanks so much, Kate, I so appreciate the Sunshine Award…It reminds me of one of my favorite Scriptures, “Let those who love Him be like the sun…when it rises in its strength!” Judges 5:31 Bless you big time!

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