Susan's Blog: The Hawk

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Hawk

As I walked out the door

I heard a the flutter of many wings

Birds flying this way and that, trying to escape

It seemed as though all were gone

Yet I still heard frantic flapping in the tree

Suddenly he appeared

A hawk swept down from the branches

His prey held firmly in his grasp

A helpless dove, wings beating their last flap

I was sickened by the sight

Suddenly the hawk took flight with the lifeless bird

The only evidence, feathers along the path

Susan Wachtel

June 24, 2012

2 comments:

Denise said...: How sad to witness a helpless and beautiful creature being carried away; your writing made this very real to life for the reader!

Have a week full of joyful blessings Susan!
Denise; 2:48 AM
susanwalkergirl said...: Denise,

It was horrifying. If I thought that I could have saved that poor dove, I would have acted like a crazy woman and chased the hawk away.

We love feeding our backyard birds. They are a joy to see every day.

Hope that you have a blessed week in the Lord.

In Christ...Susan; 9:01 PM

My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Hawk

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