“… with wings as eagles”

When it’s as though all reason’s lost its heart,
And vagaries of ache give way to toil;
There is a fever tears the soul apart,
As trouble gathers, sorrow on the boil –

The patient wait, although their strength may wane,
For strength renewed through all they must endure:
With wings as eagles, soaring through the pain
Beyond the strife to all that’s good
And pure

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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