Soaring silhouettes on ashen sky
A backdrop painted grays of grief
Risen above trials to treasured respite
Burrowed between storms and calms reprieve
Time does not tarry until our death
Fast forward it flies unrestrained
Until today is but muted memories
for tomorrow’s tempestuous clouds of rain
to pour down drops of distilled wisdom
collected from life’s lessons learned
from pools of pain from pilgrims past
who’ve gleaned by grace they have not earned.
These bald eagles were soaring above our neighborhood. I took these photos from in our garden.
Respite Blessings ~ Wendy
If you are not presently in a valley you are either on your way out of one or on your way into one. Remembering that life ebbs and flows helps us to enjoy the up moments and not be overwhelmed by the down ones. This too shall pass.
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; Isaiah 40:31