When the World Grew Wings - Full

There once came a day when the world took flight ('twas only a handful who gaped at the sight) For when she spread her wings so few could believe; and fewer still could keep alive the dream, that had awakened for all to see. Galileo Galilei took center stage, as we flipped through yet another page of shocking discovery. But poor Gally, took to fame, an a pedestal so lonely; and far from raising eyebrows only, questions also, were being raised. Like what happened to her perch when she flew across the star laden sky? Did not everyone's heart give a lurch as we kissed that lovely fowl goodbye? No longer a disc with perilous edges that sat lackadaisically on God's thumb. She instead became a turquoise marble dancing circles around the sun. Without a single drop to spritz Saturn, she held her oceans marvelously intact. Though quite unknowingly, in performance all along. Einstein, nonetheless, dissected the task. Copernicus and his daring gang were all the rage, but it wasn't kind to the long-dried ink of a holy page. For you see, when this our humble home took wings, rather than elated - the world became sore afraid, exclaiming, "Who let her loose? I'll have his head in a noose!" And rather than let her try her feathers, they kept Earth in a cage (Maya Angelou, God rest her soul, would be dismayed) For five centuries prior so few could admire how beautifully she flew beyond heaven's blue! Nietzsche grabbed a shovel and began to dig. Others tagged along and said, "Make it double!" As the world gained a freedom it ne'er had before (but who could have known what was in store?) Far beyond the wars, that ensued shortly after that disco ball was plucked from the rafters of God's domain. (some dared to claim that disco wasn't the only thing gasping for breath). As the doubts began to linger of magic and her validity; we spewed words of such acidity, for no longer a yo-yo tied to a deity's finger, we reclaimed our rightful crowns with rigor, taking back the earth for ourselves (that beautiful globe upon the shelf) Who cut the string? and who clipped her wings? (the wings, that is, of my heart in mourning for my Everything) Why when she flew, did she leave me feeling blue? Finding out her annual circuit I ask, was it worth it, when tied to her leg was a World-view in which my heart was glued? YES! A thousands times YES! Did you not see her soar through azure space? Nor catch a glimpse of her beautiful face? Could a moment such as this be replaced? As we flip through yet another chapter and verse of boldface discovery far from terse. History will never be the same as we come to this nebulous new age; But know this my friends ... ... the ink is far from dried upon the page. Rather it has taken a detour into our veins, through our bones, and through our fingers - bellowing out our mouths like an opera singer! Watch as the melody rains upon every doubter's parade. Yes, the world took her wings letting rest the charade of her former statuesque. But far from burying magic and her wonder, every single time we stop to ponder, it is MAGIC we continue to uncover.