Returning Home Poem by Ray Hansell

Last night I looked in the skies
I saw some angels flying high
I asked them to fly down
To please take me for a ride

They swooped down and scooped me up
We took off for the sky
We went high above the heavens
The place people go when they die

They carried me up and set me down
I stood there on a cloud
I felt I was amoung royalty
So I turned and bowed

They asked, what are you doing?
I said, showing you respect
For I am just a visitor
Here amoung your sect

They looked at me all puzzled
They asked, what do you mean?
You gave me a ride up her
I thought I was having a dream

They looked at me with saddened eys
They said, we're sorry to say
That you are now home
You see, you died yesterday

We flew down to get you
To bring your soul with us
God told us you were heaven bound
It's us you must now trust

From now on this will be your home
You now have your own pair of wings
You made it up to heaven
Where we always rejoice and sing

Next you'll be the one
To fly back to earth
To bring someone else back home
To experience their rebirth

When it's time you'll know
For God will give you the word
Then you will take to flight
Like that of a majestic bird


2-14-07/RJH