New Wings Poem by Helen Crutchett

When I falter on the edge of goodbye
Brand new wings I will have to try
I'll search through my music for a song
One so beautiful it will belong.

A lament of things not fully achieved
Or. a great aria composed by me.
There will be no swan songs of sadness
Just loving memories and gladness

The toils and troubles I'll leave behind
For in these portions' true lessons found
Not for accolades I have lived my life
As God only knows I've had my strife

I'll finally see the rainbow's end
Where I'll greet my Angel friends again
In the shimmering mystery of Heaven
I'll see gold and purple emblazoned
My spirit and soul finally set free.