There is quietness over the glen,
An early autumn settles slowly in
And like a leaf blown by the wind,
Life’s journey has reached it’s end.

I hear the mourning sounds
Of loved ones gathered around,
Around my bed they softly weep,
They’ve come to see my final sleep.

Do not grieve for me too long
For I am only going home
And we will meet again one day,
I’ll be waiting to show the way.

Where the leaves lie to ground
Dear ones will lay me down,
Behind the olden country church
Neath the leafless trees of birch.

They will cry my passing away,
They will bow their heads and pray
But we’ll all meet again I know
Where the Garden of Eden grows.

Though this dark hour is my last,
Though my life is dimming fast,
Of crossing over I have no fear
For God’s angel whispers I hear.

Their wings gently brush my brow,
A calming darkness enters now,
I smile knowing what joy is ahead
As they tenderly raise me from bed.

Carry me gently out of the night,
Oh heavenly angels take flight,
Bear me up on snow-white wings,
To The Holy Father my soul bring.

"Flight Of Angels"

©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-17-04

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