Elion Poem by Catherine Casey

The migrating birds

Have a story of their own,

Of the seasons ever changing,

And the need to fly home.

Soaring o’er the mountains,

Stretching ‘cross the sea.

With a mortal soul as they have,

Every sunrise sets them free.

Elion, oh mighty one,

In the symbol of a dove

With the viewpoint of an eagle,

Fisher-king, encircling love.

Hold us as your bounty

Stretching way up high.

To the heights of

One anointed.

Take us homeward

To the sky.

Lead us homeward

To the sky.

To the sky.