As I sail above green forests
And ride jet streams on high seas,
I gain speed like lightning.
The earth loses its hold if you please.
Finding myself wafted into heavens
Angels touch my face.
My soul soars past the man in the moon
Itinerating through ethereal space.
I drink nectar from the Big Dipper,
Whirling planets crook their fingers.
Voices whisper encouragement
As the great Northern Star lingers.
The epitome of aspiration in eternity.
O, how sweet is heaven’s victory!
James E. Tate