Flight
Seek ye first the Kingdom of the Lord— So I was taught, and hastened to obey; I watched the fields and rivers fall away; Above the soaring mountaintops I soared, Through Heaven-vaults alight with sun outpoured On luminescent golden clouds of day; And far below the sparkling oceans lay, And world-waves, washed forever, rolled and roared. I haven’t found it yet; but in the search, I’ve found the beauties of the earth below: And when on distant eyrie-tors I perch, High, high above the ice and mist and snow, I see the sacred home and land and Church From which the secret winds that lift me blow.
—J.B. Toner
J.B. Toner is a graduate of the school of hard knocks.
