Rarified Air

Gone from here,

    not just anywhere, 

      gone there, 

        streets of gold, 

holy rarified air.  

The land of thin air, 

    see through air, 

      invisible no more,

        all things holy

now clearly seen. 

Ahead of us they go, 

   no longer seen, 

     they now see, 

       through the thinness

watching and praying.

A place with them, 

    being made ready, 

      for you and for me, 

        midst the clouds,

together once again.