Requiem for Whitney

I welcome you, my daughter, you're now home

Your earthen vessel's journey's come to port

with fond farewell, come board a new one. Roam

the heavens, don't fear pain of any sort.

Your vessel new awaits you, to fly,

a perfect airy ship to bear you where

your Father's charted—perfect ship to ply

eternally to please your Father, and there

yes, there is where your happiness unswerving

forever will be yours at last, my dear.

Unfettered, free from sin, at last, serving

your King and basking in His presence here.

My good and faithful servant, well done.

The term is over; summer has begun.