How majestically flies the eagle
While upon life's billowing currents he is found
The air beneath his wings doth swiftly flow
The beauty of the beating of each wing
Deafening is the piercing whistle that stills my heart
A shrill cry that echoes down from the highest crags
My soul's unfiltered answer in reply
To be lifted up within the endless boundaries of the sky
For it too wishes to soar and fly
Independent from all creatures here on Earth
Stretching for the freedom to reach upward towards Heaven
To rise with the sun and meet each day with such power
What a blessing it is to know
That our immortal spirits may fly so high
This poignant cry ripped from our very lungs
Thanking God for this magestic sight
Overlooking the Earth below
And knowing that with the eagles, I too can fly
Written by:
Jason Cheney
July 2022
Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC
How majestically flies the eagle
While upon life's billowing currents he is found
The air beneath his wings doth swiftly flow
The beauty of the beating of each wing
Deafening is the piercing whistle that stills my heart
A shrill cry that echoes down from the highest crags
My soul's unfiltered answer in reply
To be lifted up within the endless boundaries of the sky
For it too wishes to soar and fly
Independent from all creatures here on Earth
Stretching for the freedom to reach upward towards Heaven
To rise with the sun and meet each day with such power
What a blessing it is to know
That our immortal spirits may fly so high
This poignant cry ripped from our very lungs
Thanking God for this magestic sight
Overlooking the Earth below
And knowing that with the eagles, I too can fly
Written by:
Jason Cheney
July 2022
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