From my book, A Little Hope

Look homeward angels to the land of your past;
the way that men fight, each gaze may be your last
When you sit on the rock of ages staring
do you shed any tears? Are you still caring
what happens below to those you loved so?
Do you color the sky with sad, blue teardrops?
Your flutter of wings is a breeze for our crops.
You watch over earth . . . every creed, every race
When we grow weary, you carry us a pace
help us to do right . . . just beyond our sight.
Look homeward angels . . . He holds us in His hand
Only you appreciate it . . . understand?
When you sit on the rock of ages crying . . .
for our innocent fears, for loved ones dying.
You knew human strife when once filled with life.
If life is a circle without any bend
Can we visualize a world without end?