Glorious Flight
Hush, my weary soul, hush!
Listen…,
The angel’s trumpet has just sounded, signaling
Our turn has finally arrived!
Come, my sanctified soul, come,
Now is the time for us to separate:
Me to linger behind on pastures well known
And
You, at once, to begin your glorious flight and soar
To blessed heavens
Where
Eternity, anxiously awaits, you
To embrace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
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