As an Eagle

As an Eagle

by

Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe

Driving swiftly down the highway

In the heat of middle summer,

I saw him in the distance

And slowed to view him as I passed.

A golden eagle

Holding dominion over the

Wind-swept Wyoming plain.

Regal, majestic, powerful--

The feathered sovereign

Of tor and tableland.

The words of the prophet

Sang in my heart--

"They that wait upon the Lord

Shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings

As Eagles."

Oh, Lord, may I wait upon You,

That You might renew my strength

To mount up with golden-eagle-wings

To overcome the world.

Summer

Summer

By Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe

 

Ah, Summer--

Sultry,

Steamy, Stifling

Summer.

 

I much prefer the spring,

     the autumn,

Even the chill of winter.

 

But, now it's summer--

Sweltering summer.

 

Then in the midst of my lethargy:

 

But--

 

"In all things be ye thankful."

 

And I reconsider Summer,

 

Full-blown blossoms--

Warbling birds, from predawn to dusk--

The laughter of children

Splashing in the nearby pond--

The chirping of crickets--

Picnics in the meadows

Clothed in buttercups--

Families gathering--

Star-studded skies--

Thunder's cacophony--

Lightning's spectacle--

Rain's soothing patter--

 

Grandma, smiling as the sun assuages

Arthritis' throb--

The promising abundance of harvest.

 

And

 

I praise Thee

 

For Summer--

Sultry

Steamy

Stifling

Blessed

Summer.