Monday, November 12, 2007

Veterans Day Tribute

Buried at
Buried at

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 wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever 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.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr


India Carolina said...

Thanks for the tribute, Ericka. And I love love love your Opportunity Knocks cover. Can't wait to read it.

Alice Audrey said...

When was it written? I've used the phrase "touch the face of God" many times and couldn't remember where I'd heard it.