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No Walk in the Park

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Our life

much like an eagles’ nest

is no walk in the park

It can be dislodged suddenly

in autumnal storms

stolen, silenced, and stark

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Our years

of work and wishes wed

destroyed in one single night

Pieces of our past

scattered and strewn

from the totem to take flight

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Our choice

whether to sink or soar

 Inner integrity is showcased

when we rise up victorious

pursuing and reclaiming

lost ground now abased

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Our love

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

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Our setbacks

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.

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Wendy/2013

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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!

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Autumn of Life Blessings ~ Wendy

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