Coming back from Hawaii a week ago Saturday, I took the window seat for an hour or so, and I found myself riveted to the view beyond the small square of glass. For as far as I could see there was nothing but the blue Pacific, the cottony clouds, and that sky.
Whenever I see an expanse of endless sky, this poem comes to mind. It was written by 19 year old RAF Spitfire pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr in 1941, just a few months before he was killed in a mid air collision.
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 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.
Here’s wishing all of you a wonderful and inspiring week!