CELESTIAL FLIGHT POEM
She is not dead, But only flying higher,
Higher than she’s flown before
And earthly limitations will hinder her no more
There is no service ceiling or any fuel range
And there is no anoxia, or need for engine change
Thank God that now her flight can
be to heights her eyes had scanned
Where she can race with comets
and buzz the rainbow’s span
For she is Universal, like courage, love and hope,
And all free, sweet emotions of vast and Godly scope.
And understand a pilot’s Fate is not the thing she fears,
But rather sadness left behind, your heartbreak and your tears.
So all you loved ones, dry your eyes, yes, it is wrong that you should grieve,
For she would love your courage more,
and she would want you to believe she is not dead.
You should have known that she is only flying higher,
higher than she’s ever flown.
Written by WASP Elizabeth MacKethan
Magid in memory of her friend Marie Michell Robinson.
Marie was killed in the crash of a B-25, she was nineteen