Showing posts with label struggle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label struggle. Show all posts

Friday, March 26, 2010

Eagle Ruffle

Eagles are noble, strong birds. They can fly higher and longer than any other bird of prey. However, just like people, they have their frazzled moments.

Every so often the Eagle goes through a period of molting. One could imagine an Eagle might feel seriously disgruntled while loosing his feathers. He cannot fly well, his accuracy in hunting is gone and he is vulnerable to attack. During this time, the Eagle labors hard to stay alive.

But soon new feathers grow in place of the old, and the proud Eagle rises on the wind again.

Rather like us, don't you think? We go through times in our lives when we are not very lovely. We become fiercely ruffled as life seems to pummel us unmercifully.

Adversity can bring the best, or the worst out of people. We can choose to drag our feathers in the dirt, or see these hard times as our best teacher. Indeed through adversity, we can learn, become reborn--renewed, able to fly once again. There is no strength without struggle.

To see my frazzled Eagle best, enlarge for the details. He's kind of funny.

Above you see this fierce, ruffled fellow as I first saw him.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Nothing Fills Her Emptiness

Endless aching, sharpened need.

She has squandered her very being. She no longer cares.

Nothing fills her emptiness.

Only possessing the void, she fills it.

Sniffing, inhaling, swallowing. She gulps down the burning.

Welcoming the numbness fuzzing behind her eyes--

It fills her mind, trails down her limbs.

Then blessed, hated release . . .

But only for a moment,

Only for a moment.
Then again the crushing pain.

The lies, her unending struggle.

Many have tried to help.
Only a miracle can save her now.
I believe in Miracles . . .

"I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so will I look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness." (Ezekiel 34:11, 12)
(This poem is my expression of grief over a beloved young friend, who is lost and in grave danger.)