Praise be to God
That I am an eagle
Even with my broken
Wings I am still
free. I can still smell
The fresh smell
Of the pine trees
Even though I
Fell down from
The top, I am still
Alive and strong
My will is unbend
And my spirit is
still soaring dignified.
The skies above are
Thunderous and
Grey. The ground below
Full of traps and thorns.
Praise be to God,
I learned to navigate
Through danger
Never lose sight
Never lose hope!
Even with broken wings
I am still an eagle
Eyeing the world
From above
My body is full
Of injuries, but
My spirit is unscathed
I was born to soar
I was born for higher
Goals and fit for
Higher places..
I will endure this
Pain and I will
Live through the
Thunder in hope
Undiminished of a
Bright day when
I will spread my
Wings and fly
And fly, and fly,
Right above the
Grayness of today
To that brilliant
Summit where I
Belong.
© ℗®™Gainperspectiveblog@gainperspectiveblog 6/29/2021
That summit is inside you. All those who searching it outside, will not find it for sure. Meditation leads one to that inner journey.
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Thank you so much for your comment.
I do deep meditation at least five times a day around the clock, it’s called Salah–being connected with The Creator and Maker of our souls and all that exist. This connection makes one soar above any worldly thing searching for nothing outward in this life. It empowers and suffice against any fear or worries or loss. This Salah fills the heart and mind with inner peace that glows and makes one aspire to do good and be good until the day the soul departs from this world for the eternal life. One aspire that the inner journey will lead to peace and goodness in this life and the forever after. Amen.
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I needs this poem so much this morning! Thank you!
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I needed this!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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