Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Earth Travelers

I

DO not envy any man

Who flies his plane above the earth,

Though I be bound by roof and wall

And lighted lamp and tended hearth,

As I become aware that I

Am hurtling through vast space—no roar

Accompanies my swift sure flight

Of forty thousand miles and more

Through every hour of every day.

And through the quiet of the night

I move among the glittering stars

With God as my pilot on my flight.

I have no fear that we will crash—

Why should I envy anyone

His puny plane as I swing out,

A comrade to the wind and sun?

So I shall be content to go

A passenger through God’s good grace,

Biding at home, and yet unleashed

To fly through countless miles of space.

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