“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.”
by John Gillespie McGee, Jr.
Aviator and Poet
Power Lines and a Climber’s Log
“Down below, we human giants shove through the traffic jams of our human problems and we feel so big, as if everything has to be arranged and controlled and changed by us. We blunder our way through relationships, compete our way through our jobs, meeting deadlines that seem like the end of the world, and we hate ourselves when we ‘fail.’
…. I realized that the mountain added about a thousand feet to the height of everyone who climbed it, but the writers of the messages didn’t seem to feel bigger or more powerful. There, at the highest altitude of all our effort, everyone seemed reminded of their true scale in the universe.
As someone wrote, ‘Everywhere I look, I see the hand of God.’”
by Martha Kennedy, writer and artist,
posted on her blog, Martha’s Everest, March 7, 2016
[The post entitled Power Lines and a Climbers’ Log, from which I excerpted
the short pieces above, is located here.]
And last but never least, a lovely reminder from Rumi: