And as I,
in my metal tube,
Hurtled through the stratosphere
A scientific marvel,
Did ancient ghosts glance up,
and ask themselves in wonder?
“Didst the Angel of the Lord pass by?”
“Or perchance the devil?”
But I alas will never know
For before their thoughts had finished
I was hurtling over France.
PHOTO: I took this photo from the deck of a ferry as we returned from Greenwich and the light had begun to fade. The plane flying high above the darkling spires of the Houses of Parliament was a stark contrast that caught my eye.
Life is too short to drink bad wine 
I am fascinated by spires–it disappoints me that “modern” churches have largely dispensed with them, perhaps due to the fact that many are mega-church auditoriums. Still, there should be a place for a spire, I say.
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I thoroughly agree. All of the iconography associated with the cross shaped churches aligned East West and their spires soaring to heaven is such a part of Christian history. I know that we can worship anywhere but I do believe that spaces help turn your mind to God too.
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You’ve said my thoughts perfectly, TJ! Hope you’re well today 🙂
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Very thanks! It is Friday here and only a few hours to go before swims at the beach.
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Oooh, the beach–you’re killin’ me!
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Hmmm – I would say the devil, all things being equal! Amazing photo.
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