Oh, to catch the winds of flight, and soar where eagles go,
To leave the woes of troubled souls, behind me far below,
I’d listen to the song of doves, and sail in endless flight,
Then chase the sun through cloudy paths, and play with stars at night.
The boundless heavens for my home, the breeze to lift me high,
To rise my mortal bonds and never truly die.
Knowing I had found the way, to trails where angels trod,
And when my wings could fly no more, I’d take the hand of God.
~C. David Hay
In memory of Conrad Gosheff
(September 8, 1933 to April 12, 2013)