On eagles wings I soar to heights only God has known 
beyond the wind, beyond the sky, beyond the clouds on high

A touch of he'v'n's light rests gently upon my wings 
as angels softly sing their song of ecstasy 

and as I listen to their song I hear the harmony 
and watch the spheres dance gracefully within their galaxy 

I catch the wind and glide into dimensions new 
and view the realms that float upon my memory 

the sun light warms my being fresh with dew 
and I awake and find my soul renew. 

Patricia Ann Laessig (c) 23 November 1992