travelers' song

A fire lit, its embers sigh
like voices quiet in the night.
Over these go Angel's eyes
Or blinking stars on endless skies

Peering down through times bleak bend
The angels blink and blink again
At travelers lost but all in gain
For grace and peace the heavens send.

Their echoes rattled desert spaces
Green and Mountain made their stage,
An enterprise surmounts the pages
Of the tale these travelers made.

And you are too invited hither,
Pack your gear and boarded go,
For we upon the globe shall dither,
Our Maker having us in tow.


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