Soaring With Eagles I once asked God for wings to fly and didn't ask for more. I could barely see over blades of grass, much less mount up and soar. But God upon hearing my small weak cry took it into His power and might. I received nothing less than an eagle's wings upon which I could take flight. And now the rest is up to me, there is no height I cannot attain, So I'm up here looking down at mountaintops, soaring with eagles in God's glorious reign! Daily Blessings Soaring With Eagles There's an old fable that talks about a man who found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. The eagle hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them. All his life, the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet in the air. Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings. The old eagle looked up in awe. "Who's that?" he asked. "That's the eagle, the king of the birds," said his neighbour. "He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth--we're chickens." So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that's what he thought he was.* How sad when we who are children of the King live as chickens when we could fly with the eagles. Thanks to the Daily Encounter DISASTER IN THE SKY By Fern S. Agee--02/01/03 Thirty-nine miles above earth Suddenly there was no more mirth As space shuttle Columbia became a streak And onlookers began to shriek. The infernal end of flight STS-107 pierced a crystal blue sky And became balls of light up high While spraying remnants over miles and miles As disbelief overwhelmed NASA for awhile. Weather over Florida was ideal The scheduled landing was for real. A writer's diction Would phrase this science fiction-- What was accepted as routine Abruptly became dismal on the TV screen. In all reality We did not view a sea of tranquility. An otherwise amazing sixteen-day mission With families ecstatic about its near completion... But, so quickly Columbia was lost As human emotions became betossed Cause landings are suppose to be celebratory Alongside scores and scores of congratulators. The life of seven lost astronauts Will not come to naught-- Beyond the darkness of discovery NASA will seek recovery They'll not fear failure-- It's a matter of stature. Our journey into space will go on Astronaut's human spirit we can rely upon To continually confront the risks of space And commit again to this frontier's exciting pace. This poem was written by my roommate from college. To learn more about her, please visit For Fern and Timeless. Memorandum: To America From God February 1, 2003 America, this crew you chose, is the finest in the land, And if you'll pause a moment, I will share with you my plan. The message I delivered to the crew was very clear, This flight goes straight to Heaven, fear not, for I am near." "My children I am with you, this trip is one I've planned, Yes....this trip is something special, it's one that God will man. Heaven's Great Space Center needs some special help up there. The Master has now summoned and is asking us to share." They quickly volunteered for this mission in the sky, Not a one was unprepared, not a one afraid to try. "You'll go swiftly to the Master, and that trail of smoke they'll see, Is the 'changing of the pilots,' for you're traveling on with me." "You must leave this famous shuttle that you're sitting in, behind, For the one I built that's waiting, is pure gold and silver lined, As you search the fields of Texas in hopes to find them there, Rest assured they're here beside Me and I have them in My care." "You have trained them well, America, I've observed your every test, I stood silently and waited, until you had the best. I needed them, America, for Heaven's Great Space Plan Encompasses the entire globe, The Universe of Man." "I know them well, America, these loved ones you have lost, I selected them some time ago, forgetting not the cost. America, my heart is grieved, by your sorrow, tears and pain, and Though it's little comfort, your loss is Heaven's gain." ~ by Fran Maiers ~ ©Fran R. Maiers Copyright1999-2003 fmaiers@aol.com Marilyn's Hideaway ~ Cancer Site ~ Children ~ Computers Critters ~ Domestic Violence ~ Good Old Days ~ Holidays Humor ~ Inspirationals ~ Katrina ~ Miscellaneous Patriotic ~ Poetry ~ Women ~ Norma Marek's Poetry