Invisible currents flow over steel, pulling us skyward,
The metal bird swiftly passes through rain storm clouds.
Departing the patchworked fields of an Indiana spring,
Loved ones farewelled,
Eyes gaze expectantly toward distant shore.
A heaven-blown wind flows uplifting, outstretched arms turned wings,
Spirit sets in, lifting powerfully through the night, giving rest in an eternal dawn.
Departing forever a winter of the soul,
Farewelling square wooden boxes,
Our gaze is fixed on the Land to come.