Above the circle of the earth
Soars an eagle of noble birth
Amid the heavens amber eyes are keen
To search for fears and hurts unseen.
He feels an echo of a distant thud
As a soul now crumbles where once it stood
He tastes the air on whispering sighs
Set loose in silence they upwardly rise.
He swoops beneath unspoken things
A strength, a power unknown he brings
To lift, to carry upon his wings
An inner life to the King of Kings.
The knowing bird soon comes to land
Within the cradle of a hollowed hand
Now cupped in mercy, along faithful ways
An aching heart finds the Ancient of Days.