A crackened sky gave flight today
When God sent down an earthly ray
Delivering a soul to him
As mortal prospects grew so dim.
He’d made it through a stroke and fall
A brand-new hip, and Caedmon’s call
To weather winds of change and friends
Fitful bends to help him mend.
But one great torrent came so crisp
And lifted our Will O’ The Wisp
To sail so high through heaven’s gate
A paradise past planets’ fate..
We treasure days of “monkey face”
And glowing yarns from distant place
So now you watch us there so wise
Surrounded by such blinding sights.
A treasure high is yours, it flowers
If love we ride through wistful showers
Behold its pull and peaceful powers
Then take the torch and make it ours.
March 31, 2005
To the memory of (my late uncle) Willis Schaver
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