Heavens Path In the Sky

by

Adam Pfaff

Two thousand feet we trod,
into the fathoms of the skies beyond.

Nowhere tread the path's we lay,
into the dungeon we make our way.

Soar into Heaven, majestic sense,
of gliders and eagles, of cloud tops
and sunshines,

of time we erase, the endless path,

path, of death and time that consumes
us all.

Three thousand feet we climb, up to the
belfry, we hear it chime.

Five thousand, upward, upward, soar, give
new meaning to the concept "more."

Never, never, come back down, fly we must,
fly around, and around.

Six thousand, over the clouds, doubt is no longer,
just a shroud...

shroud of consequence.

We fly. We fly for the feeling. We live for the feeling.

The feeling of knowing God.

Amen.

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