It’s a dizzying height—but somehow not.
To look upon the earth from six miles up,
And see horizons all around obscured
By so much air it’s turned the view opaque,
And see a sweeter blue than words can tell.
How certain that the word we read is true—
God has indeed set glory in the heavens.
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago while flying down for a friend’s wedding, after seeing the land beneath, the clouds all around, the clear blue above, and the horizon going fuzzy in the distance.
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- “How glorious the subtle sounds” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)