Cold Dirty Ground

I got up from the cold dirty ground,  

Early this morning,

Opened my eyes and celebrated.   

 Sprung up to my feet elated

 Considered all that I had in life,

 Refused to take it all for granted

 My spirit felt transported

 Skyward bound, with

 Heavenly beings, I could see;

 Angels present all around me,         

Hidden from my mortal sight before,

Now ushering me through the open corridor

 Rising to flight with the up wind    

 Charted to the blue beyond, soaring    

 Like an eagle higher and higher

 Over tree tops, golden wheat fields

 Flowing rivers and streams   

Far above the shadowy valley   

That pinned my wings for so long,  

And I swore I heard a tiny sound

Calling me back down, but

 I just smiled and moved along