THREAD OF SILENCE

02/01/03 | Ken Roberts

[Old Professer]

Nothing left to say.

[tutstar]

2/1/3

[Zeroisanumber]

Suddenly, from behind the rim of the moon, in long, slow-motion moments of immense majesty, there emerges a sparkling blue and white jewel, a light, delicate sky-blue sphere laced with slowly swirling veils of white, rising gradually like a small pearl in a thick sea of black mystery. It takes more than a moment to fully realize this is Earth . . . home.
—Edgar Mitchell, USA

[Newbomb Turk]

Set free from all the cares of this earthly world, may they look upon the face of God.

[ScholarWarrior]

Ten-hut.

[Mo1]

[El Sordo]

[ewing]

From the mouths of babes..to God's ear

[clintonh8r]

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[matchgirl]

Today I was reminded of when the Challenger tragedy ocurred. We were living in Japan at the time. As the morning news was in Japanese, we never turned the TV on. I was on the train to Kobe to do some errands, when a Japanese gentleman asked if I was an American. Then he said,"Im so sorry about your astronauts" I, of course, asked him "What about our astronauts?" When he realized that I didn't know, he bowed, and said how sorry he was to have broken the news to me. I shall always remember his kindness.

[veronica]

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Robert Browning

[nicmarlo]

ON ANOTHER'S SORROW

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear -

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear?

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

O He gives to us His joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

--William Blake

[ewing]

[ewing]

[dixiechick2000]

Some music for your beautiful picture...

Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair;
Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air!

Thank you, Chad.