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THREAD OF SILENCE
02/01/03
| Ken Roberts
Posted on 02/01/2003 2:45:20 PM PST by Old Professer
Nothing left to say.
TOPICS: Breaking News; Culture/Society
KEYWORDS: commiseration; compassion; faith; hope; newestangels; prayer; solace; sorrow; sympathy; thehandofgod
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To: All
To: Old Professer
To: Old Professer; JenB
The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward, yet ---
We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.
-- Robert A. Heinlein, from "The Green Hills of Earth"
Thanks to JenB for posting this earlier today.
To: SC_Republican
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124
posted on
02/01/2003 4:27:22 PM PST
by
Peach
To: Old Professer
Prayers for the families of the astronauts.
To: All
Here is a screen saver I made this morning. It is sized 800x600 and 1024x768.
Right click down download for 800 x 600.
Left click, then right click download for 1024x768.
To: Old Professer
STS-107
127
posted on
02/01/2003 4:30:27 PM PST
by
zeaal
To: Old Professer
"...Sometimes when we reach for the stars we fall short....we must pick ourselves up again and press on..."
128
posted on
02/01/2003 4:30:59 PM PST
by
rs79bm
To: Old Professer
Seven angels
Lord we come to you with heavy hearts this day as patriots from this planet come your way.
It is with faith in you and loving hearts we ask that you open your gates to heaven this day and accept these angels that are coming your way.
They worked hard Oh Lord for all mankind to ease the pain of a world so blind.
Lord bless and keep these seven angels close to your heart as they have given their all with Unwaivering dedication to duty and country selflessly they worked in the face of danger.
Bless you lord and Praise your name without these angels this world will not be the same but we know through your unwaivering love that these Seven Angels coming your way will be in your blessed arms this very same day.
Amen
John G.
129
posted on
02/01/2003 4:31:26 PM PST
by
ATOMIC_PUNK
(The Fellowship of Conservatives)
To: BraveMan
130
posted on
02/01/2003 4:32:04 PM PST
by
ewing
To: Ravenstar
Me too, my friend.
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131
posted on
02/01/2003 4:32:13 PM PST
by
Humidston
(Do not remove this tag under penalty of law)
To: Old Professer
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To: Old Professer; Mo1; steveegg; justshe; Pete-R-Bilt; lodwick
133
posted on
02/01/2003 4:33:48 PM PST
by
glock rocks
(God bless America)
To: Humidston
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To: Old Professer
It's hard to find silence around here.
135
posted on
02/01/2003 4:36:35 PM PST
by
RedWing9
(We will vie for Lord Stanley... again!)
Comment #136 Removed by Moderator
To: BraveMan
137
posted on
02/01/2003 4:39:23 PM PST
by
ewing
To: Old Professer
alas
To: Arkinsaw
Vapor Trail
Artist: Rush
Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held
In narrow paths of white
The sun is turning black
The world is turning gray
All the stars fade from the night
The oceans drain away
Horizon to Horizon
Memory written on the wind
Fading away like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane
In a vapor trail
Atmospheric phases make the transitory last
Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past
Silence all the songbirds
Stilled by the killing frost
Forests burn to ashes
Everything is lost
Washed away like footprints in the rain
In a vapor trail....
To: Old Professer
High Flightby John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
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 windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor 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.
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