Fire in the sky
As I stand on a mountaintop as the great bird approaches,
she is small in my sight but grows larger on approach,
until I am blessed with a full sight of her graceful wings,
proud countenance and good company.
All too quickly, she grows small again on the horizon and
disappears from view. And I call out: "There, she's gone!"
But there are other mountaintops beyond me.
And at the precise moment when I note the great bird's departure from my view,
I know there are new eyes taking up the sight of her
and fresh voices calling out: "Here, she comes!"
until I am blessed with a full sight of her graceful wings,
proud countenance and good company.
All too quickly, she grows small again on the horizon and
disappears from view. And I call out: "There, she's gone!"
But there are other mountaintops beyond me.
And at the precise moment when I note the great bird's departure from my view,
I know there are new eyes taking up the sight of her
and fresh voices calling out: "Here, she comes!"