by Maurice Luckett
I have walked with angels
Through the shining light
And seen the Earth from beyond the clouds.
I’ve touched the skies with ivory wings
And witnessed tomorrow’s coming
While racing the winds to Heaven’s heights.
I have marched with the Saints through the doors
To the barren crossroads
And seen the wandering spirits lingering
At the journey’s end.
The epitaph reads Strange Fate
For the lives short-lived
So the raven cries
For souls who have no home.