On Eagles’ Wings

eagle soaring in the sky

 

Whenever sorrow lingers near,
My burden to Christ I bring,
For Jesus, listening, can hear
The songs that I cannot sing.

Though mute my tongue may sometimes be,
The Lord hears my silent prayer;
His precious peace sweeps over me,
Removing the weight of care.

Then freely I mount up on eagles’ wings;
No longer silent, gladly my heart sings.

 

Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Copyright © 2018 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved

Scansion:
Ravenfly ~ 10-line rhymed poem (decastich) written in 2 quatrains and a couplet
Syllabic count: 8-7-8-7, 8-7-8-7, 10-10
Rhyme scheme: abab cdcd ee
Meter is optional

Photo courtesy of Stacy Vitallo and Pixabay

 

 

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6 thoughts on “On Eagles’ Wings

    • 🙂 Thank you, Deborah Ann. Lately I’ve been studying various forms and trying them out. Using the forms helps me grow and learn, as it stretches my mind. My goal is to try them all at least once, but there are hundreds, so it’ll take a while…. Still, sometimes I just write and let it come out however it wants. That’s what I love about being a poet.

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      • I tried doing that a long time ago and I just got confused 😐 so I’ve stayed with my five line whatever it’s called format. Wish I could do other forms but I believe this is the one God had for me to do. Have a blessed day with Jesus.

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      • There’s absolutely nothing wrong with sticking to one form, especially if it works for you, and it does. I love your work. As far as I know, Edna St Vincent Millay only wrote sonnets, but what she did with those sonnets rocked her world. 🙂

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    • Oh, Lynn. You should have heard the message that was recently preached at my church on this passage! That’s why I wrote about it, but I could not capture the whole essence. The picture of eagle’s wings is how God strengthens our faith in Him. He allows us to free-fall, if you will, so we feel how powerless we are without Him, before swooping underneath so we can rest on His wings. Then He takes us up to the nest, only to push us back out again for the next lesson, just like a mother eagle teaching her young one how to fly. I ended up writing two poems, but unable to connect the two thoughts. My other one is here: https://darksideofthemoon583.com/2018/04/13/flying-lessons/

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