I start to float away from the earth and wish to go higher still. My thoughts become so eternal it’s hard to focus on the now. Just as I think I will break free from the atmosphere’s gravity, I can feel a tether pull tight under my ribs. Looking down, I see I can undo this tether just by pulling on the simple slipknot of my thoughts. I lay my hand upon the knot and wait.
Eze 43:5 The Spirit lifted me up and brought me into the inner court; and behold, the glory of the LORD filled the temple.
Made me think of this poem:
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.