“Almighty ruler of the all
Whose power extends to great and small,
Who guides the stars with steadfast law,
Whose least creation fills with awe –
Oh grant Thy mercy and Thy grace
To those who venture into space.”
— Robert A. Heinlein
“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 sunsplit 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 wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or 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.
–John Gillespie Magee, Jr.”
Just some comforting poetry. Words, writing them and reading them, are my particular comfort when I’m sad.