Wings spread wide we step
from our perch
into the world
with anticipation.
A gentle fall, then
soaring, as hope dangles
from a daylight moon, it cries
and waits to be gathered.
From lonely birth into lonely
death we traverse the
depths of now, in anticipation
of grabbing hold of hope,
and its eternal crown.
...HOPE AND ITS ETERNAL CROWN...A 'MUST' WHILE WE WITH PATIENCE 'WAIT'...TO BE GATHERED. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”