I have loved the sky - storm trodden

Or smoothly strewn with soft white clouds.

My heart has travelled lightly on its way

And laughed at storms and loved the azure peace.

I had loved the sky - till now you ride its path

And cautiously I wait for it to prove

A friend - or something else; my thoughts balk at the words

I balance fear with hope -  and wait  - and wait -

I will love the sky - when you are here,

When I can touch your hand and hear your voice

Till then the clumsy minutes pound away.

Oh may God walk the sky with you today.