“...put out my hand and touched the face of God”, Inktober Day 20


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“...put out my hand and touched the face of God”, Inktober Day 20
The Murder of the Magees
The Murder of the Magees
When Holly Senykoff went to drop her children, 8 and 4, off at her parents house for the day so that she could go Christmas shopping, she never expected that she would find her parents shot to death in their million dollar home. Unfortunately, on December 14, 2011, at approximately 9:19 AM, Senykoff came upon her mother and father in their home and called emergency services. According to the…
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Sunwards I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things You have not dreamed of.
John Magee
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.
Poetry - John Magee - High Flight - Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
Los interrogantes abiertos sobre la extraña muerte del Papa Juan Pablo I
Los interrogantes abiertos sobre la extraña muerte del Papa Juan Pablo I
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Según cuenta su secretario, el irlandés John Magee, «Luciani no dejaba de repetir que ya lo haría el próximo Papa» cada vez que se le preguntaba por viajes o proyectos a meses vista
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Trivia: The poem McLeod gives to Chuck to read is called "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee; many will recognize it as the poem quoted by American president Ronald Reagan during his address to the nation after the Challenger explosion in 1986. Magee was pilot in the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War II and died in a flight accident at the age of nineteen.
"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 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."
"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.
Hovering 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.”
Portions of this lovely poem appear on the headstones of many Interred In Arlington National Cemetery, particularly Aviators And Astronauts.
"High Flight" was composed by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., an American serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was born in Shanghai, China in 1922, the son of missionary parents, Reverend and Mrs. John Gillespie Magee; his father was an American and his mother was originally a British citizen.
He came to the U.S. in 1939 and earned a scholarship to Yale, but in September 1940 he enlisted in the RCAF and was graduated as a pilot. He was sent to England for combat duty in July 1941.
In August and September 1941, Pilot Officer Magee composed "High Flight" and sent a copy to his parents. Three months later, on December 11, 1941, his Spitfire collided with another plane during a training flight from the airfield near Scopwick, England. Magee, only 19 years of age, crashed to his death.
His remains are buried in the churchyard cemetery at Scopwick, Lincolnshire.
Biography and photo courtesy of the United States Air Force. arlingtoncemetery.net