Knowing Me, Knowing You

On By dorahakIn Fiction
photo prompt © Krista Strutz

Knowing Me, Knowing You

I watched him.

Rather queer really, how his eyes held the same question as my nestlings when they dared to look over the edge of their eyrie.

Here was a grown man suddenly struck by the mystery of being: “I see the eagle. The eagle sees me. We see each other. Why?”

This man meant nothing to me yet I pitied him as he drifted past on his piece of wood.

I raised my pinions, taking flight on the warm current of wind. There was only one mystery that mattered: how to know the One who freely gave us life.

Genre: Realism; Word count: 100
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64 thoughts on “Knowing Me, Knowing You”

    1. Linda,
      There’s a lot to be thankful for in that. Your remark brought to mind the Steve Miller Band’s “Fly Like an Eagle”: chased the Abba song right out! :Thank you. >)
      pax,
      dora

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    3. Be ready to have it stuck in your head all day. They had a gift for catchy tunes. I believe they’ve reunited after thirty years and will have an avatar tour (whatever that is) next year. 🙃

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    1. Dear Rochelle,

      Why wouldn’t they indeed! I’m with the psalmists on this one: trees clapping, mountains singing, heavens declaring, all that has breath exclaiming their praise of their Maker in their own way. It seems “natural.” 🙂Thank you.

      Aleichem shalom,
      Dora

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    1. Sebastian,
      I appreciate the feedback, thanks. The writing prompt though only allows for 100 words or less: that’s the challenging part! But I’m glad you liked it enought to think it merits a longer treatment. Thanks.
      pax,
      dora

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    1. G.,
      As God is true Being, He must in a sense be its essence. He possesses what theologians call aseity. The rest of creation is simply contingent being, contingent on God’s being. I couldn’t resist making the eaglet’s comparison given our ability to be so naive about the things that really matter. I’m glad you appreciated that. Thank you.
      pax,
      dora

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    1. Well this one does anyway, but I’m thinking animals still have remnants of their relationship with God before the Fall, that the sparrow knows His eye is upon her as well, however vaguely, but enough to praise. Thank you so much for visiting Annie. 🙂❤️

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