|High Flight (forgive me for posting this here)||Akirasho|
Feb 1, 2003 7:55 AM
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've 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,
Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting winds 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, nor even eagle 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.
By John Gillispie Magee Jr.
The Shuttle Columbia is missing and presumed lost...
Remain In Light.
|re: High Flight (forgive me for posting this here)||snapdragen|
Feb 1, 2003 8:44 AM
Blessings to all
|Thanks, I love that poem. Bless them and their families. -nm||Tig|
Feb 1, 2003 9:22 AM
|Amen... let our prayers be with them (nm)||PODIUMBOUNDdotCA|
Feb 1, 2003 11:43 AM
|We are particularly affected here in Fresno,||Ken of Fresno|
Feb 1, 2003 11:53 AM
|as mission commander Rick Husband was an alunmus of Fresno State University and highly revered in the community. Our prayers go out to all of the astronaut's families in this time of sadness. Lord be with them all.
Fresno State News
|We weep for them..........God Speed! nm||davet|
Feb 1, 2003 4:37 PM
|Bringing you the news.||teoteoteo|
Feb 1, 2003 7:59 PM
|Flight is a mystical thing. It is as beautiful to my father as cycling is to me. He loves to fly as much as I love to ride. I mentioned how he knows the importance of cycling to me as flight means the same to him.
The thought of losing someone due to a flight accident brings me much sadness. He has been a helicopter pilot for 35 years--longer than I have been alive. When I hear news of a chopper crash I cringe. He brings people the news as the pilot of NBC Channel 5 in Dallas Fort Worth.
As NBC rolled live coverage they went to shot from what was my fathers helicopter. I know that he was out doing what he loved yet he was covering an event that was close to home. He's lost many friends in flight and though none were in space the bond must be the same.
It is now near 10pm and I have yet to summon him on the phone. I know he is exhausted but waiting at home for him is a message from me letting him know how I feel. That I was proud that he never let his passion escape him. The same way he praises me for being the little boy that would never let go of his big wheel or his bicycle.
To those whose life and love is flight and the families of the Astronauts I wish to say that a passion so pure is beautiful thing--be proud, be brave and know it was their lif and love.