To Fly Away Home
Just the hint of wings
beginning to unfurl.
The gentle soul lies sleeping
waits for the call of the Maker.
Wings just beginning to lift
ready to float, to glide.
Time stands still
waits for the wind of the Spirit.
Wings growing stronger
ready to fly, to soar.
The heart still clings to life
waits for the call of departure.
The Maker gently whispers,
"Time to come home."
Wings raised, poised for flight
and the soul leaves behind the Earth.
Flies into the arms of its Maker.
Dedicated to Norman whose soul has flown
into the arms of his Maker on April 19, 2006.
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To Fly Away Home
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