Here now is the second in the Beautiful Imagery Series. I love to scour the Scriptures for artistic beauty as well as for practical instruction. It is also enjoyable to draw parallels between holy writ and the masters of prose and poetry. Today's selection is from Alfred Lord Tennyson's fragment of a poem entitled “The Eagle.”
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Hear now the words of Isaiah the prophet:
He gives power to the weak,
And to those who have no
might He increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
And the young men shall utterly fall,
But those who wait on the LORD
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.