With wings of Eagle, a soul takes flight,
in search of Loves blissful delight.
Flying o'er the mountains majestic peak,
truth of loves mystic, continual seek.
Through valleys so low, a watchful eye,
deep in thy soul, hungering need cries.
Half ways cross, of oceans mass,
a storm has rage, threatening pass.
A solitary rock, on which must make stance,
awaiting storms end of its furious hand.
Its Thunder, its Lighting, surrounds this place,
yet this rock of stance, somehow sustains.
Its dreary drench of rains fall,
has drowned hope of loves call.
The search, a certainty, is now over,
the depth of ones soul has turn colder.
Yet from this rock of sheltered place,
brings forth warmth of a divine grace.
A love in search has been found,
a rock of stance, in storms surround.
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eagle-stance/
