Hawk soaring--wind caressing and uplifting.
Sunlight turning feathers to gold.
Soaring like his spirit to heaven.

Everything in the Son's light is renewed and turned
To golden radiance.
Wind carry her spirit to heaven and let her soar
Like the hawk....
Free from this flashy broken husk,
Free to join the Son and feel the warmth and freedom.
Knowing that pain and sorrow on this earth are no more,
And she may glow like gold and ride like wind.
Ever-knowing, ever-present, at peace.