The Vision
From its station
with great span
of wings outspread.
I watched the eagle.
Yet saw not
that monarch of the blue.
Instead a vision
so profound unfold.
Radiating from behind
a shimmering glow.
Golden silvery light
poured forth.
From within emerged
a figure in brilliant white.
Still the two
remained as one.
Features
mountain strong.
But gentle soft
as a feather's touch.
Eyes dark intense
all seeing yet warm.
wise and understanding.
Ever forgiving.
Those outstretched wings
now open arms.
Beckoning
calling out to all.
Temperate but mighty
a voice spoke out.
'When you fear reach for me.
I am your shield and strength.'
I looked away then back.
My vision had passed.
As though
it had never been.
Standing proud and strong
the eagle remained.
It seemed to say.
'In me see always Him.'
(09SEP01)
poem by Kurt Hearth
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