"Help  us fly to heaven"
Bo Gordy-Stith — August 29, 1998

I have no wings for heaven cannot
see how I'll arrive
My daughter asks for help but I'll
need more than help to fly

And now the clouds obscure what little
light breaks through above
The stars lay down their lives in vain
to pave the path of love

Here I resign to earth-bound nature
terra captive lot
Take little thought of daybreak dawning
on the serpent's cot

Yet still she prays with confidence
for gossamer supply
to make the necessary passage
lift her wings and fly

And if this lofty child's assent
cannot be mine to make
to her petition I'll hold fast
and breathless bondage break