[WayzataJOHNN]

I wait, for the time draws nigh
and soon all changes as promised long ago
patient must I be in time’s eternal flow
before my hopes are free to fly

I await the trumpet’s call
when Angels wing over head in splendored flight
and day breaks forth upon a new day’s golden light
and we rise above an Angel’s fall

Tired is the soul that’s lived too long
oh how it seeks to reach out for that sweet call
and bow in humbleness before the Father of us all
as soft and sweet Angles lift their song

Fill thy heart with gladness told
for weary am I a traveler on this mortal plain
where the horizon is an eternity away in pain
set my foot upon thy path so bold

[Soaring Feather]

I wait, for the time draws nigh

Very nice poem, lofty, encourages us to look up.