The Secret of the Sky
Quote from Forum Archives on April 26, 2007, 9:33 amPosted by: jas <jas@...>
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Copyright (c) 2007, J. Randal MathenyBe sure and read no. 3 below. And nos. 1 and 2.
THE SECRET OF THE SKY
by J. Randal MathenyAh! the vaulted visions thrill me
As I hurtle through the sky!
Man for eons dreamed of seeing
Recent sights beheld on high.Cottony clouds in billowed layers
Cloak the birds and bed the stars;
Startling blue invades my smallness,
Dilates thoughts and breaks my bars.Mansions shrivel to miniature boxes,
Cultured gardens blur to jade;
Towns become a silent anthill,
Movements slow and strivings fade.Who first flew in heavy airplanes:
Brothers Wright or Santos Dumont?
Flying's much too great an invention
For a single credit alone.Fear keeps some from flight adventures,
Never to see God's wide expanse;
Here it's true: the destination
Pales beside the trip's romance.In each plume that streaks the heavens,
In each glint on lifted wings,
I sweep up and out in journeys
Worthy of rich and warring kings.Then, aloft, I swoon and wonder
At the secret of the sky:
How to feel, while I am grounded,
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Copyright (c) 2007, J. Randal Matheny
Be sure and read no. 3 below. And nos. 1 and 2.
THE SECRET OF THE SKY
by J. Randal Matheny
Ah! the vaulted visions thrill me
As I hurtle through the sky!
Man for eons dreamed of seeing
Recent sights beheld on high.
Cottony clouds in billowed layers
Cloak the birds and bed the stars;
Startling blue invades my smallness,
Dilates thoughts and breaks my bars.
Mansions shrivel to miniature boxes,
Cultured gardens blur to jade;
Towns become a silent anthill,
Movements slow and strivings fade.
Who first flew in heavy airplanes:
Brothers Wright or Santos Dumont?
Flying's much too great an invention
For a single credit alone.
Fear keeps some from flight adventures,
Never to see God's wide expanse;
Here it's true: the destination
Pales beside the trip's romance.
In each plume that streaks the heavens,
In each glint on lifted wings,
I sweep up and out in journeys
Worthy of rich and warring kings.
Then, aloft, I swoon and wonder
At the secret of the sky:
How to feel, while I am grounded,
What I feel each time I fly?
1. Your feedback is important -- strike that
-- essential! Say something at this link,
and read the story behind the poem here:
http://www.cloudburstpoetry.com/
1. Share your thoughts with us! Click "Reply,"
write away, and tell us your first name,
city, state, and country.
2. Share today's poem, as is, with a friend.