STRATOFORTRESS (A LETTER FROM HEAVEN)

My Dear Jenny,

It's now sixty years that you've been missing,
But you're in my thoughts still every day.
Fond memories, joy, and reminiscing,
Of times before you went away.

Springtime flowers, bells of Grace,
Picnic trips and baseball games,
Autumn leaves at Little Falls,
The skating pond and Santa Klaus.

Baby birds in flight before us,
Summer camp at Northwoods Forest,
Pumpkin pie with cinnamon spice,
Carols, cookies, Christmas lights.

Wind chimes ringing by the arbor,
Mother's singing in the parlor,
Radio mysteries, fireside chats,
Pop's wonderful jokes made everyone crack.

And Lincoln Logs and Lionel trains,
And microscopes and model planes.
Then marveling at the Lindbergh flight,
Upon the skies I set my sights.



1941

We wished those days could last forever,
But soon were led down separate paths,
Yet sent each other cards and letters,
To share our love and lives and laughs.

We climbed on up through doors down under,
At gauges, lights, controls we wondered.
Our engines revved, our flaps went down,
We held our breath, and left the ground.

And how I loved your pretty photo,
I took it up the day I soloed.
Then Pop came down one day that spring,
And proudly watched me get my wings.

Then into battle we were sent,
Brothers, buddies, best of friends.
And He brought us back from every threat,
As we flew through valleys but feared not death.

And from the sky one day a thundering fright,
Then a flash and blast and blinding light.
And I'd fought the fight and run the race,
Then I gazed in wonder at His face!



Wish you were here!

Heaven's a bit like earth,
But there's never any night.
For we're forever with the Word,
And we're surrounded by His light.

He lifts us up on wings like eagles,
For He's our God and we're His people.
And we walk forever by His side,
For He's our groom and we're His bride.

And the skies are so much bluer,
And the puppies even cuter,
And Grandma's ice cream now more wunderbar,
And Pop's crazy jokes yet even funnier!

And just inside the golden gates,
A pond more pure than Horseshoe Lake.
And on our precious LORD's estate,
A mansion there for you awaits.

I know one day we'll meet again,
Then spend all time forever friends,
For when your days on earth are done,
The best for you is yet to come!

So long for now!
Arthur


David J. Allen
March 9, 2006


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