HOPE EYRIE

BY LESLIE FISH

Worlds grow old and suns grow cold
And death we never can doubt.
Time's cold wind, wailing down the past,
Reminds us that all flesh is grass
And history's lamps blow out.

But the Eagle has landed;
tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.

Cycles turn while the far stars burn,
And people and planets age.
Life's crown passes to younger lands,
Time sweeps the dust of hope from her hands
And turns another page.

But we who feel the weight of the wheel
When winter falls over our world,
Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes
To a silver moon in the opened skies
And a single flag unfurled.

We know well what Life can tell:
If you will not perish, then grow!
And today our fragile flesh and steel
Have laid our hands on a vaster wheel,
With all of the stars to know

From all who tried out of history's tide,
A salute for the team that won.
And the old Earth smiles at her children's reach,
The wave that carried us up the beach
To reach for the shining sun.

Julia Ecklar: Lead Vocals
Margaret Davis: Backing Vocals and Flute
Kristoph Klover: Backing Vocals, Bass,