No Walk in the Park
much like an eagles’ nest
is no walk in the park
It can be dislodged suddenly
in autumnal storms
stolen, silenced, and stark
of work and wishes wed
destroyed in one single night
Pieces of our past
scattered and strewn
from the totem to take flight
whether to sink or soar
Inner integrity is showcased
when we rise up victorious
pursuing and reclaiming
lost ground now abased
rebuilds a haven home
Life is no walk in the park
Survival of the faithful
not deterred on paths of pain
Weaving our nest while grace filled
detour our hearts but briefly
and send our wings to the plow
Flying ahead to furrow new ground
determined and destined
despite life’s furrows in our brow.
Ian and I were able to go walking in a local park
now that my silly foot has mended
from a recent attack in our autumn age.
Another kind walker pointed out the eagle nest high above us.
He informed us that the eagles are rebuilding their nest.
Our first intense fall storm had knocked their old nest down.
That same storm knocked down some large branches from our evergreen giants.
My son has cut them into firewood for my husband’s shop stove.
Waste not ~ want not!
I believe we can let the storms of our lives be used for good.
We can waste a good lesson that we may be in want of.
I’m learning (slowly) to give the storms to God.
I ask him to use it for good.
Such a release of tension occurs when I relinquish trials to my Father.
He truly does have plans to prosper us – spiritually speaking!
Autumn of Life Blessings ~ Wendy