Hovering atop heavenly haze—
O the vastness, I gaze.
Enlightened by sun rays,
I see clearly these days.
Sailing along azure seas
stretched white with fair foam,
a pilgrim, I ever do roam
hopping on clouds, no keys.
Gloriously I glide,
the Pilot ever at my side.
I see no divide
between earth, sea and sky
as I soar miles high.
O Numinous navigation,
O Wondrous reconciliation—
graces abound
as I sing aloud
heartfelt hymns of jubilation.
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