Trans-Atlantic Flight
Suspended in the heavens spins the giant earth,
horizons stretching to infinity
enshrouded in its shimm'ring marbled sky
the lofty ball bears life, and destiny,
on age-old paths around the reigning sun,
through vast expanse of cosmic space and time.
Oh whither do we go in this fantastic world
of glorious splendour and of realms sublime?
In wonderment my blessed eyes take in
the symphony of firmament afire;
in awe they gaze at glitt'ring galaxies,
forever bound the grandeur to admire
Beneath me rolls a raging em'rald sea,
whipped to white fury by the planet gales;
their howling song sweeps ever round the globe
and makes the mountains shudder with its wails.
The mighty Earth! - Yet but a speck of dust
in the expanse of boundless universe.
A speck of dust! Endowed with precious life
of many forms, and shades of bliss and curse.
Oh how I love my planet paradise!
That nothing it destroy, to God I pray.
Why then, my soul, doest thou not cease to crave
Release, escape from earthly clod and clay.
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The Way We Were ...
The way we were - it seems a thousands years ago
Yet it was only yesteryear.
Shall never evermore we share
again youth' carefreeness and glow?
Where have they gone - the happy youthful love,
the days of laughter and of song
when we were vibrant and so strong
blown with wild winds to realms above?
Will ever in the Great Beyond
old friendships bloom again,
renewed young lover's tender bond?
Or suffered we in vain?
Death in the wings? We did not know.
The future's promise made us proud.
No threats of war and waiting woe
could our hopes and dreams becloud.
But death was waiting in the wings,
and many brave young men met harm.
Grim grief and sorrow wartime brings
to those surviving call to arm.
We who survived the bloody fray
feel grief and sorrow to this day.
Once we were young, now old and gray
we crave release from earthly clay,
and our gaze turns heavenward
in hopes to find the friends of yore.
At last there snaps the silver cord
they're waiting on that other shore.
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