America,
this
crew
you
chose,
is
the
finest
in
the
land,
And
if
you'll
pause
a
moment,
I
will
share
with
you
my
plan.
The
message
I
delivered
to
the
crew
was
very
clear,
"This
flight
goes
straight
to
Heaven,
fear
not,
for
I
am
near."
"My
children
I
am
with
you,
this
trip
is
one
I've
planned,
Yes....this
trip
is
something
special,
it's
one
that
God
will
man.
Heaven's
Great
Space
Center
needs
some
special
help
up
there.
The
Master
has
now
summoned
and
is
asking
us
to
share."
They
quickly
volunteered
for
this
mission
in
the
sky,
Not
a
one
was
unprepared,
not
a
one
afraid
to
try.
"You'll
go
swiftly
to
the
Master,
and
that
trail
of
smoke
they'll
see,
Is
the
'changing
of
the
pilots,'
for
you're
traveling
on
with
me."
"You
must
leave
this
famous
shuttle
that
you're
sitting
in,
behind,
For
the
one
I
built
that's
waiting,
is
pure
gold
and
silver
lined,
As
you
search
the
fields
of
Texas
in
hopes
to
find
them
there,
Rest
assured
they're
here
beside
Me
and
I
have
them
in
My
care."
"You
have
trained
them
well,
America,
I've
observed
your
every
test,
I
stood
silently
and
waited,
until
you
had
the
best.
I
needed
them,
America,
for
Heaven's
Great
Space
Plan
Encompasses
the
entire
globe,
The
Universe
of
Man."
"I
know
them
well,
America,
these
loved
ones
you
have
lost,
I
selected
them
some
time
ago,
forgetting
not
the
cost.
America,
my
heart
is
grieved,
by
your
sorrow,
tears
and
pain,
and
Though
it's
little
comfort,
your
loss
is
Heaven's
gain."
Author:
Fran
R.
Maiers
February
1st,
2003
Feel
free
to
email
Fran
with
your
feedback
on
her
poem.
