Once launched
wing we this wondrous thing aloft,
this unseen
pillar immaterial.
Yet so strong to lift us up as feather,
not machine,
to share with birds in gyre
this lifting force that drives
the scudding clouds,
and us,
along in heating day,
engineless.
Boiling uprise of heated air,
escalator of the skies
lifts us up beyond
high-rise human Babel.
Look down on the patchwork-quilt of earth,
look up to highest heaven;
either way elicits praise.
And in our up-welling silent progress
we learn faith’s meaning from this
thermal metaphor –
we stay aloft by the substance
of things unseen,
by evidence only hoped for.
James Gagiikwe © 2008
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thermals as in thermal nuclear war right? If so...
BAD THING TO HAPPEN. Interesting write
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Wonderful
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Great write James, 'engineless' looking down on humanity habitat and up to the unknown of the heavens. You take me with you by your imagery and word use.
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Beautiful write. Metaphor of faith, imagery of flight - the final three lines sum up perfectly.
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There's a couple of lines in here that are spectacular.
L8-12, especially "engineless" this stands a lone perfectly, reminds the reader of their own organic nature. L23-35 these lines are a perfect summation of the art of faith (something i do not have), almost made me jealous
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Awesome write Great imagery written here This would win Gold probably if it were entered into appropriate contest lol Great job
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RedwingSpirit
Hi Cara.
Thanks for the encouragement.
JG
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