High Flight Poem by Gert Strydom
High Flight
With rocket ships,
man has sent a baboon, a dog into space,
has ventured into a race,
man has gone on trips
has trod upon the moon,
breathing through a aqualung
some were shattered flung
into a thousand bits
and any flight through space
remains a challenging thing, soaring into darkness
a quest against a almost endless night.
No man can by his own machinations
reach out
and touch the face of God.
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4/25/2024 1:49:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
No man can by his own machinations reach out and touch the face of God. wonderful poem be blessed