A Lark Ascending

Floating, and skimming through the wind I climb higher and higher to the clouds! Diving and rising again, I rise above. Silence! The wind my constant friend Numbs my beak and whispers out loud While I climb to that special place I love. Hoovering, waiting for the rising drafts I look down through white mountains Mottled green like algaed ponds in snow Appear below. Riding old familiar paths Of current diving and rising like a fountain I blast skyward, just a little more to go! Just one final current to catch, I wait Spiraling at Heaven's door it comes And I ride effortlessly past His throne! Tranquility engulfs me as the world abates Clarity of mind ever present as I become One with God!....I am Lark, and I'm home! Timothy I. Brumley