Final Flight

Eagles fly in solitary skies, majestic to behold
Joined are they, for a whisper of a breath, breath of a loved spirit going home.
How beautiful, how wondrous, in our soul's eye does he appear
The Hand of the Lord is honored, he is restored, illness, pain, now gone, now disappeared
For this moment he soars, on freedom's miraculous wholeness of wing
What a glorious psalm his heart does in the form of praise begin to sing.
Then he is gone, but only from sight, answering the call of His King,
So though we weep, tears of longing, his form before us once more for angels to bring
We must wait but a wink of time, till once more we join him, to hear his laughter
As together we stroll by Heaven's eternal life flowing healing spring.