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UPWARD HE SOARS

as he's never alone

By Margaret BrennanPublished 8 days ago • 1 min read
UPWARD HE SOARS
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UPWARD HE SOARS

 As he’s never alone

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 The clouds roll in;

The thunder roars.

The bird senses the storm

And upward he soars.

 

To find a safe haven

Where he can end his flight

Is his current dilemma –

His ongoing plight.

 

He races against

The strong, blowing gusts.

He must somehow find refuge;

Yes, this is a must!!

 

He can’t live midst the raindrops

And on-going fear

That lightning might strike

Somehow, too near.

 

The raindrops and thunder

And fierce blowing wind

Are just the beginning

Of his downward tailspin.

 

He’s sinking too fast

And in his flight of despair,

He finds that his sanctuary

Is nowhere – Nowhere!

 

He thinks of his life

And all that has past.

He’s losing his battle

And falling too fast.

 

He prays, “God, can you help me

From hitting the ground?”

The suddenly realizes

He’s stopped falling down.

 

The bird, in dismay,

Said, “Where were you before?”

God said, “All you needed

Was to knock on my door.

 

You’re never alone

For I always care

And in case you’ve forgotten,

I hear every prayer.

 

I don’t always answer

When YOU think it’s time.

That’s why I gave you

A will and a mind.

 

When you’ve done all you could

To figure things out,

I will always step in

To remove all your doubts.

 

You’ve done very well

From all that I see.

But you wouldn’t be here

If it weren’t for Me.

 

Your belly is full,

You’ve a soft nest for a bed.

If not for your mind,

Where would you be, instead?”

 

The bird had then realized

What God said was true.

He bowed his head reverently

And said, “Lord, thank you.”

 

With God’s love in his heart

And the spread of his wings,

He flies telling others

Praising God as he sings.

 

 

inspirational

About the Creator

Margaret Brennan

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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    Written by Margaret Brennan