An empty stare out the window
Looks peaceful, but masks the worries whirring
Through my mind like race cars.
I push down the thoughts
And reach for his words.
Pages thin as the air above
Mount Everest glides along my fingertips--
A tear drops to turn words into watercolors.
I’m enveloped by His grace,
I’m enveloped by His hope,
I’m enveloped by Him.
He is the eagle shielding me,
A broken and ever-reliant newborn,
From the world.
My Eagle
Willow Brown
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