REFUGE
Widespread, cloud streaked, cobalt sky,
Home of eagle, refuge sweet.
Tranquil heavens random patterned, ever-changing,
Always just beyond our reach.
O to be among the clouds, to glide and soar
On outstretched wings, to swoop and dive,
To rest and ride,
Sweeping through mysterious heights,
Close to God, but yet alive.
O to breathe the pure fresh air from ocean's winds
And storm-tide spray still salty flavoured.
Then to rest as darkness come,
Refreshed, renewed, restored, at peace,
Each moment savoured.