The Soaring Eagle Poem by Rita Umali

In the vastness of our journeys

We may have directions or not

In the air we breathe

And the endless universe we are in

We maybe alone



But one thing sure, God is in control

Of our destinations

If we allow him

We will soar the peaks of his perfect plan

Like the eagle, he is at peace amidst the sky

In his solitude enjoying

the feel of the wind caressing his wings

unmindful of the quietness

and breathtakingly beautiful horizon