Gliderman

 

Oh, gliderman, please take me up,
I want to sup with cirrus cloud,
Each wisp of cloud,
Hung high above,
The marrow in me wants to soar,
And, feel my feet upon the floor,
Of nothing more than airy streams,
As sun beams down on sand and shore,
The birds in flight all seem to wave,
An awkward sight of me so brave,
To soar, and soar, and soar, and soar!
Oh, Helios do you see me now?
Fair Hermes slipping in your sky,
As brother gods to share the strand,
The sky, the sun the sea, the sand!
Oh, one more “up”, no two, NO THREE,
Set free, and turn, now turn,
Now slow-w-w-w,
Set foot, now quickly walk, now slowly walk,
Upon the earth again!
As billowed glider crumbles,
Tumbles onto the ground,
We gather home once more to face the horde,
But, with a bit of wonder,
Nay, with God within our soul!

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
August 6, 2013