Oh, I Have Slipped The Surly
Bonds Of Earth
And Danced The Skies
On Laughter ~ Silvered Wings;
Sunward I Have Climbed And
Joined The Tumbling Mirth
Of Sun ~ Split Clouds
And Done A Hundred Things
You Have Not Dreamed Of
Wheeled And
Soared And Swung
High In the Sunlit Silence.
Hovering There,
I've Chased The Shouting
Wind Along,
And Flung My Eager Craft
Through Footless Halls of Air.
Up, Up The Long, Delirious,
Burning Blue
I've Topped The Windswept
Heights With Easy Grace
Where Never Lark,
Or Even Eagles Flew.
And, While With Silent,
Lifting Mind I've Trod
The High Untrespassed
Sanctity Of Space,
Put Out My Hand, And Touched
The Face Of GOD.
Submitted by AOL Member Wildlifele
7/30/98
