by Dorothea Barth 2016
With elfin wings you stood aglow
In wooded hills not long ago
The wings grow great and bright tonight
Infused with iridescent light
Soon they'll soar and then explore
The glorious all, the evermore
While clueless kin remain on earth
To wish godspeed and blissful birth
Without the pain, without defeat
You blaze the trail we all will meet
Made whole and young and strong up there
With rosy cheeks and wheat-spun hair
And when we too must leave the pride
We hope you'll be our heavenly guide
And all will know, without a doubt
New life and joy behind the cloud
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.