Have you seen God in His splendors,
Heard the text that nature renders?
(You’ll never hear it in the family pew.)
The simple things, the true things,
The silent men who do things?
Then listen to the Wild – it’s calling you.
They have cradled you in custom,
They have primed you with their preaching,
They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase;
you’re a credit to their teaching,
But can’t you hear the Wild? – it’s calling you.
Let us probe the silent places,
let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There’s a whisper on the night-wind,
There’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . Let us go.
I am just one of those people that really, really dislikes airports and flying. It’s sad really as I know it dampens my desire to travel. I’m not afraid of flying, I just don’t like the process. Continue reading