Those first young people. The pioneers.
The apostles.
Building super highways in an unknown sky.
Leaving partners and children in their snug homes with a kiss and a
promise to return.
Roaring into the clouds to battle wind and stars.
Their safety systems built of brain
and heart.
They landed where there were no lights.
Transforming strange names from tall tales into pictures on postcards
home.
And those next people who travelled further, faster, higher than any in
history
And the ones after them travelling further than anyone in history
Who skimmed the edge of space
Skimmed the edge of heaven
Of dreams
And we follow them up there.
To live by an unbreakable promise
To same four word stitched into every uniform, of every disciple who
follows their call.
To follow. To serve.
No comments:
Post a Comment