The Strength of the Bald Eagle

Powers beyond measure with messages of the spirit, the BALD EAGLE soars with might, so majestic I can hear it. Bestowing freedom flying higher than any other bird, and when in silence in the night his voice can be heard. Symbolizing courage with intense eyes to catch prey, the strength of the BALD EAGLE will always be portrayed. The distance of mother nature providing such nobility, has brought faith in humanity and given such dignity. Powerful and robust is a BALD EAGLE in high flight, a predator during the day and on the watch at night. Native Americans see them as a leader for vision, without restraints or impractical stipulated provision. Soaring with grace as the American national emblem, with those silky-smooth feathers, they fly with momentum. Pueblo Indians associated them with energy of the sun, holding great perception, and to never be shunned. I once had a dream I was soaring with a mighty BALD EAGLE, it meant freedom with great strength and that we are all equal. SPIRIT GUIDES CONTEST June 8, 2017
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Capitano Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 7:12 AM
A lot of info here Laura, well done. Congrats on this fine piece. :)
Warrior Avatar
June 24, 2017 at 10:11 AM
Congrats!!! Laura...god bless...^WW^
Dietrich Avatar
June 23, 2017 at 8:36 PM
Another eagle here!! The eagles stole the show in this contest,and they truly are magnificent birds! BIG congrats on your awesome win. I wish I could have that dream that you had. I used to dream of flying but I have not had a flying dream in maybe 30 years. Sigh!!
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June 8, 2017 at 9:53 AM
There is for sure a spiritual feeling that overcomes us, when we encounter the privilege of watching an eagle soar through the sky. I have had one recent viewing near our mountain cabin, high through the pines. It was so moving. (as is your poem!)
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