I fly today to place unknown
from a past now long and gone
I fly away from where I’ve been
from all the things I know and seen
into the blue that lays out there
as high as prayers can ever dare.
Above the crimson sun I fly
into the blue that is Your eye
still deeper into space–
where once upon we knew Your Grace.
As I fly and as I sail
beyond commotion and guttering gales
I see the wake that stretches on
before we cried in Babylon.
To the Garden where we played
before we knew of good and bad–
where we were happy and never sad
and sat together as One—unclad.
I fly to You to Thirteenth Sphere
where all is crisp and very clear
where We will be at last in peace
and where my soul You’ll gently ease.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
9-9-2018 | OC, California