Eagle Eye

I am being watched. I don’t recognize it. I don’t see it…
But I am being watched.
His eyes are fixed. His face is taut. He sits motionless, with gaze upon His charge.
I sit unbothered. I continue my day, without a notion of His presence.
But I am being watched.

The wind begins to rustle; my rest is disturbed, and I fight back unease.
But I am being watched.
His gaze has not flinched; His charge He keeps without distraction.
Again, I have no concept of His fast station. I am focused on the wind.
But I am being watched.

Thunder rolls and lightning flashes; my heart leaps in circles. Fear and anxiety.
But I am being watched.
The storm blows beneath Him; He is unmoved, unchanged.
I am frantic, tying down lines and putting up boards – protecting my concerns.
But I am being watched.

The rain pours, the gales rip through my world. I cry, scream, panic grips my throat.
But I am being watched.
He does not change, He hasn’t moved. His eyes are fixed on His charge.
Glass shatters, valuables scatter – my world is falling down.
I scream for help, I feel alone. My cares are being torn.
But I am being watched.

The worst has passed, the rain has stopped…my heart begins to ache.
But I am being watched.
He watches closely, waiting for His time – a time I cannot know.
I hold myself in the midst of ruin. Rocking through sobs of loss.
The clouds dissipate as morning rays caress my face with warmth.
But I am being watched.

Tears drip down, my eyes lift to see the light’s source…there!
I am being watched!
In the tree, there sat an eagle – an eagle untouched by the storm I endured.
His eyes are fixed – they pierce my soul…His body erect in strength.
The pain eases – the storm fades…my heart relaxes…
I am being watched.

I sigh deeply. A smile escapes. My cheeks lift and break the crusted tear stains.
And then, His wings spread – with might He thrusts skyward – soaring away; His charge is done.
I follow His flight until His form fades - beauty, ease, grace; taking my sorrow with Him, soaring high above the world.
I look back down and around; my pain, though real, was under control. The loss, though great, did not destroy.
I was never alone – I was under His gaze…and though I did not see Him. He saw me.
I was being watched.

"Behold, the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear Him, on those who hope in His steadfast love....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." ((Ps. 33:18 ESV; Isa. 40:31)

(Inspired by a true story - the sighting of an eagle outside my house - sitting in a tree, watching me inside)