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Take to the skies

Fly with me This poem depicts a beautiful picture of how God often set us up for success. An Eaglet is hungry in his nest His body steadied in a cold rest Mom comes flying in an undulating breeze In each flight, she came with empty feet Mom pushes her little one out of the nest The young Eaglet fell on his chest Hitting his face against the cliff of the hill He picked up a beetle and ate it; his first kill. He stayed by itself, no longer brooded at night As time passed he was airborne for his first flight Mother pushes her little one in and out again As he screamed for food over and over again “Mom, what are you doing?”? “Hey! Mom, what are you doing?”? Mom flew by, dangling a marmot in his feet The eaglet lost balance in eagerness to eat The parent swung by, daring him to fly Lifted up high, he gave it a first try He sailed across the valley, almost tumbling In an undulating flight, almost scrambling He tried to get his bearing, still trying And for the first time in his life, he was flying.

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