We recently lost a friend in a skydiving accident. The
prayer card at the wake contained the following poem.

The words describe this person perfectly and I just
thought that I would share them with you all.


"Flight is freedom in its purest form
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
to feel the joy that swells within.

To leave the earth with troubles and fly,
and know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of a day,
released from the tensions which melted away.

Should my end come while I am in flight,
whether brightest day or darkest night,
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again.

For each of us is created to die,
and within me I know, I was born to fly."

DerbyDad03 news:5638e291-becb-4e00-9616-
Fri, 28 Apr 2017 19:22:51 GMT in
alt.home.repair, wrote:

We recently lost a friend in a skydiving accident. The
prayer card at the wake contained the following poem.

Sorry for your loss.

The words describe this person perfectly and I just
thought that I would share them with you all.

The poem was touching.



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