Morning birds cry:

final goodbye.

I have crossed over now

into the far country

Winds whip and whirl

envelop me

I have crossed over now

into the far country

Welcoming the vastness of an unknown day

basking in the freedom of uncharted way

holding in love bruised and broken bird I am

Cry cry cry the pain but do not tarry here

Shake at stunning truth but do not bow to fear

Hear angry thunderclap, voice that cannot speak

Ahead some sun rises through a clouded haze

rain washes away penetrating gaze

leaving only peace, this silent song I am

Sing sing sing the joy of what’s discovered there

Still the serpent’s sting, vacate the dragon’s lair

See pure love that lies beneath them both and go

I have crossed over now

into the far country

no coming back

no turnaround

I have crossed over now

into the far country.

I journey on

in search of home.