Letting the wind lift it high
Pure grace and beauty
Gliding across the sky
It’s wings fully expanded
Directed by the mighty force
Of the wind pushing it forward
Guiding its purpose, its course
When the wind begins to calm
The eagle perches on a height
Watching the earth below it
Waiting for movement, for insight
While other birds waste their energy
Flapping around with no direction
The eagle patiently observes and waits
For the guidance and strength of the wind’s protection
Sometimes we must be like eagles
Patiently waiting for the winds to blow
For God’s confirmation will always guide us
When our movement and stillness are directed by its flow
This poem feels kind of like the next step after another poem I wrote titled "Fighting with the Wind" - http://shira19.blogspot.co.il/2012/11/fighting-with-wind.html.
