Secret Hiding Places

BlackSacredSam

I’ve witnessed quite a sight:
a majestic eagle finding rest
in the crevice of an old tired rock…
finding peace and solitude
in the most humble mountain peaks,
finally finding his secret hiding place.
He lays down unguarded
to rest from the days struggles and fights,
nursing his wounds and aches.
He is home. He is safe.
What a sight to see!
See, I have seen the eagle soaring
majestically over vicious tempest seas…
Soaring boldly across the most unforgiving
of African skies,
skies that go to war until life meets death!
See, I’ve seen the eagle
fight foe and friend.

I’ve seen him fight to what seemed to be
his very end…
His wings widespread,
almost defeated,
the tired eagle’s plight
is relentlessly unceasing.
He fights and fights and never rests.
Rest? A sight that struck me with awe,
and left me bewildered.
Rest? Unheard of for a fighting eagle.
Blessed, indeed, I am to have
witnessed such a sight:
a majestic eagle finding rest
in the crevice of an old tired rock…
finding peace and solitude
in the most humble of mountain peaks,
finally finding his secret hiding place.

Yours in ✍🏾
BlackSacredSam

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