High Flight

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 Spitfire through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy skills
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

  • Put out my arm, and touched the face of God.

By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

There is a masculine heart and a feminine heart, which in their own ways reflect or portray to the world God's heart. God meant something when he meant man.

— John Eldredge, Wild at Heart

"Even now," declares the LORD,    "return to me with all your heart,    with fasting and weeping and mourning." Rend your heart    and not your garments. Return to the LORD your God,    for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love,    and he relents from sending calamity. Who knows? He may turn and relent    and leave behind a blessing— grain offerings and drink offerings    for the LORD your God.

— Joel 2:12-14 (from Ash Wednesday service)