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 the Creator.
The spirit of all thing in the great world we live in.
By: Flag Adm. Kim L. Milan
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That was beautiful. Very nicely written. I soared with you through your words.
I can think of no greater compliment than this.
Please continue, always !
You never can tell who you may touch, or heal.
Thank you for sharing your blessing and gift of words.