We first visited Lake Guntersville State Park in February, 2010, and I was inspired to write this poem about the eagle. One need not spend a long time in the wild to realize the struggle that exists there—the struggle to live and survive. Even the creation groans and eagerly waits for a future transformation. I long for that transformation myself. The beauty I see in this world is but a glimpse of the wonders that must lie beyond. The struggles remind me not to become too settled on this terrestrial spaceship and not to place my hope here.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:30-31
by S Scott Johnson
A white speck amid the silver beams of Beech & Oak
Sits perched, searching the waters far and wide.
When suddenly the ancient stirrings provoke,
And into the air does leap with pride.
The searching eyes, the steady glare, the resolute frown
With wings out swept and a focus unmatched,
The large, white headed raptor rushes down,
Sliding through the air to win an allusive catch.
The majestic bird glides soundless above the water’s surface.
The talons reach out to find their prey,
But this is a classic moment, no need to rehearse.
Time & instinctive impulses lead the way.
The large body rises on pumping wing above the glistening lake
And a fish cleverly clasped writhes frantically in the air,
While the eagle makes no apology, no mistake.
But the outcome—for one a feast, for one despair.
But such is the circle of life and every creature lies bound.
For God has not unveiled the glorious thing.
Yet creation longingly awaits heaven’s sound
And the sons of God—their hope, their revealing.