On Feb. 1, 2003

The sky is for clouds and glorious sunsets,
Birds and musical strains,
A place to see nightly a splendorous display;
God's fingerprints over the plains.

Who but the heroes, the gifted and able,
Would reach, examine, and find?
Who but the brave heart, the boisterous, and gallant
Would seek the Heavens to mine?

The sky can catch the wings of an eagle
Or a hummingbird on the wing
And lovers reach for the hands of each other,
Under beautiful skies in the spring.

But, when things fall apart, even hurled by explosion,
The sky is a pitiful thing
And our tears fall like rain drops when we must surrender
Our heroes to earth’s domain.

There’s an unseen world, more real than the visual.
There’s a Loving Heart, there, in the air!
You may be sure hero souls were ushered
To Heaven with such gentle care.

And, I think, in the hallowed hallways of Heaven
The answers to questions they asked
Will be given from Jesus to the heart of each one
So that they're satisfied, at last.

 Joan Clifton Costner
2003
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