Let's take a glimpse, into the flight of an eagle 🦅.
Her strength is found in her wings, and this she has much to boast of.
It takes her to heights unreachable,as she soars higher and higher into the deep blue sky
Dives and turns made with such press ion.
As just another manoeuvre she makes.
Her majestic size is her glory.
And the skies she thinks is hers.
Now let us take another glimpse.
Into a journey made by man.
Easy for some and harder for others.
But a journey that has to be done.
Let fear not grip us.
Let bonds and chains ⛓️ not hold us.
So free we can not be.
Let us rather soar on eagles wings.
And in Him we find our rest.

A time of refuge.
A time of rest.
A time to gather your self.
From those voices that echo out.
Not to build, but to break.
This is your privilege.
You have earned it.
Enter in,lose yourself, fade away,drift into the calm oceans.
As it takes effect, wrap your self into this space.
It's your's.
It's your's.
And you have a right to be there.

Have you ever considered how important you are.
Workmanship of the Creator,
And highly esteemed.
Step out of your  door and take a look around.
Take a trip to whichever part of the earth, your heart desires.
Take a step outside again.
Look around.
You are in a circle ⭕ , where ever you are.
You.
You.
You.
And you alone is in the center
And that's how important you are.
You are the apple 🍎 of His eye.

The broad road, has many pleasures, illuminating the way for those out at play.
The glimmer, the glamour.
The flashing lights and those danced filled day's.
Pleasure galore and great ecstasy.
This road a good one, and hard to let go.
But as time drifts by.
And the body grows old.
The  road  is empty.
And there's no pleasures to fill this void.

Marriage is not rosy red 🍒.
As it comes with lumps and bumps.
But it is a binding force.
That should be held with poise.

Hope is our daily bread.
As we know not what tomorrow holds.
Let's fill it with laughter.
And time well spent.

He fills us daily.
The young the old.
The rich and the poor.
The just and the unjust.
The very air, we daily breath.
He  supplies.
The very blood that runs, through our veins.
If every drop of blood is taken out.
Will we live.
No.
The high content of water, that our bodies have.
To preserve the body, from decay.
He is our daily source.
He is our all.
So let us cling unto, our source.
Because our lives are in His hands.

Sweet sixteen, never being touched and just beginning to blossom.
Is a Sc. Sc. Scary place to be.
As I look upon my grand daughter's typing with such accuracy , that the roving eye can not keep track.
I am fla  fla  flabagasted as this modern technology, as it runs circle's around me.
Come gran, come there is a lesson or two you have to learn.
Touch, Hold,Paste, Send.
Once again gran.
Touch, Hold, Paste, Send.
So at sweet sixteen, there are some things, that are hard to grip.
So patience and perseverance is what I need.
To get a grip of this modern and ever changing world.

Wake up, eat, work and sleep 💤.
Wake up, eat, work and sleep 💤.
A routine.
A rat race.
A never ending cycle.
Life passes by.
Nothing gained, nothing lost.
But precious time wasted.

Daily we are on the cutting ✂️ board 🛹.
Waiting to be sliced.
Some so deep, that the pain rings,out afar.
Some just surface deep, but has a cutting edge.
Now what is the conclusion to this.
Do we lay down and say.
Die.
Or do we rise up in victory.
As we give a shout.
Hooray,  Hooray.
I have won.
Standing Tall.
Standing Strong.
As in victory we rise.

The  Earth is tottering around, like a drunken man.
Yielding to nothing, raging a force of destruction,
As earth quakes, fires, floods and tsunamis continue to run a rampant path.
As it continues on it's path of destruction, no age, gender or status is required.
It is taking whom it will.
Cries are heard from afar, as they raise their strength, and say you are mine.
The Earth is completely hurtling out of control, and no man has the power to stop it.
But let us just pause for a moment.
And consider this.
We were given dominion to take care of it.
Did we.
As man's knowledge increased, filled with power and greed, he thought he owned the Earth.
But little did he know he was just the care taker.
It was not his
Taking away the very oxygen we breath,as he cut down tree 🎄 after tree.
Smog, pollution and other elements rising high as greed pushed man on.
Fame was the game.
Now let us reason together.
Who is too be blamed.
Now we are suffering the punishment.
As the Earth cries out, come, come .
You are mine.

The sun,look how he boasts.
As he rises from the East.
A burning ball of fire, emitting sunshine to Gods people.
The moon with it's hazy look, to give light to the night
The star's a brilliant sight,as they display their glory.
And what of our dear Earth.
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
As they dance to the breeze.
The roses, the daffodils,lilies and flowers unnamed, filling the earth with colours.
Colours of brilliance, that captures the eye.
Herbs , and vegetables of all  kinds springing forth.
To feed a hungry man.
Do we ever take time to stop.
Think.
Look.
And appreciate.
The beauty of creation.
Or do  our eyes remain blinded.
Let's let go of our routine.
Wake up.
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
And take time out to smell the roses

Line by line.
Precept by precept.
Here a little, there a little.
Breaking Rules.
Breaking Values.
Breaking Who You Are.
Dignity flushed down the toilet.
As you rise to the occasion.
For fame and glory.
Money your master.
The world your possession.
Sin your doorkeeper.
As you destroy those around you.

The leach is never satisfied.
Until it's drained you of all blood.
******* you dry.
As it says.
Give, Give, Give.

Many seek to be part of the crowd.
Changes they make.
To just fit in.
But as time passes by.
And the music begins to fade.
Once again you find.
That you all alone.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

Traps, Traps,Traps.
The  offer for fame, gain and glory.
Is a daily broadcast.
Multiply your money.
A quivering desire, to get rich quick.
Man of your dreams,
To some a cruel reality, as death they have found.
Jobs, Jobs a stark reality.
As you sold into slavery.
The devices we have, has so much to offer.
As a man feasts his eyes,on the next podcast, hoping to find something that tickles his desire.
The light we seek, but the darkness we find.
As just another trap is laid on the internet.
Beware.
Be Vigilant
That into a trap you do not fall.

Dear native regions ,I foretell.
From what I feel at this farewell.
That where so ever my steps may tend.
And where so ever, my course shall end.
If in that hour a single tie.
Survive of local sympathy.
My sons will cast, the backward view
The longing look on you alone

I awake to a life full of pain.
Destruction seems to follow my every step.
Shame and scorn, my daily bread.
But hope is what I hold on to.
As I not, what my tomorrow holds.