Life
Challenges come
Challenges go
But in the end
You must hold on
To this thing
called . . .
LIFE
Fly Away
When the time comes
I will know
When the day turns
I will go
Into the night sky
I will fly
Fly forever
Fly away
When Heaven Shakes Its Head at Night
Its head
Sometimes Heaven shakes
Cleaning itself
Washing its hair
From earth
We hear no sound of this
Yet
Wake we do
To a pretty sight
The ground so full
So pillowy white
When Heaven shakes
Its head at night
Homeplace
Tombs of rows
Frost winter snow
A force of searching souls
Open graves
Empty caves
A stream in heaven’s flow
Golden gates
Fiery fates
The fear of Satan’s blow
Heaven’s home
Spirit dome
The resting place for souls
Flying Bird
Flying bird, so shy
Every time I walk by
You take to the sky
Flying bird, why fly?
I cannot reach that high
Can only watch you
And “sigh”
From your perch in the tree
Where you smile in glee
As I kneel on bended knee
Sometimes as I stand
To you—reach out my hand
And hope, perhaps, you will land
Just want to be a part
Of your song “sing-along”
“Da-Deet-na-na-Deet-naaa”
The song
You won’t give me a try
You being far too shy
Can only stand and watch
You fly
Flying bird
Pretty
From me
Why flee?
Flying bird
Why flee
From me?
From me can’t you see
The love I have for thee
Flying bird, please hear
my plea
Just want to be a part
Of your song “sing-along”
“Da-Deet-na-na-Deet-naaa”
The song
Yet you take to the sky
With a fretful cry
Flying bird
You are
So shy
Yes, you take to the sky
With a frightful cry
Flying bird
Why be
So shy?
