For the Young at Heart

Made of individual colour, size, ability, and more,
We’re known inside out, every cell, to our core.


Our gifts grow within as hopeful presents,
A waiting world needs each unique presence.


Whatever age you’ve grown to become, to be you,
Many hands, many talents, are on the lists ‘to do’.


Sign on with other angels and sing out loud,
Work, shout, pray, join hands with the crowd.


We’ll move this world to love with our own, to boot,
And cause a movement so spirit-filled from the root.


The work may not be easy, heart breaking, even rough,
We will go on in the name of the Creator of enough.


We seek to know, heal, listen and learn from each other,
We are in Kindom with Jesus, our enlightened brother.

We gather in praising God, to whom Jesus pointed,
In God’s unbinding love we live, each one God’s appointed.


Angels who’ve been and gone, those living, or, angels to come,
Knew, or will, in traveling the road, just who it is they are from.


Gathering in ‘upper rooms’ everywhere to be fed, angels, arrive,
Though tired, their joyful laughter celebrates that God is alive!

Yes!



Cc Free Flying Spirit. 2006.