[Magdalen] John Magee was Prayers ANSWERED: missing, beloved dog is found!

[Marion Thompson]

I so attest ...

Marion, a pilgrim

On 2/19/2016 5:39 PM, Sibyl Smirl wrote:
> I don't know why Susan sent to me instead of to List, but I just got 
> this in my inbox with the List subject line and reply quote from Susan 
> Hutchinson:
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> Momentary intervention from a quiet one (recently anyway) ... the poem 
> High Flight is featured on the modern freestanding altar at Trinity 
> College Chapel in Toronto -- as Marion will attest. The altar was 
> commissioned as a memorial to members of the college who died in WWII.
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> blessings
> Susan
> always praying, but less able to intervene in the conversation these 
> days ...
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> On 2/19/16 1:54 PM, Sibyl Smirl wrote:
>> Oh, as an Army Brat of Japan yourself (though he was more of a
>> Missionary Brat, a PK) you might appreciate that he was born in Shanghai
>> in 1922, and got his early education at the American School in Nanking,
>> going to England with his mother in 1931.  It's possible that he was
>> inspired to get into the military as soon as he was old enough from
>> reading/hearing about the 1937-38 Rape of Nanking (a town he'd have
>> remembered)?
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>> On 2/19/16 1:07 PM, Sibyl Smirl wrote:
>>> On 2/19/16 10:12 AM, Grace Cangialosi wrote:
>>>> Well, if there was a leap, it was totally unconscious--I don't think I
>>>> ever heard of John McGee. Thanks for the info.
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>>> He didn't have a large body of published work, just the one poem he
>>> wrote down, which survived him.  It was printed in church publications
>>> by his father, then curate of St John's Episcopal Church in Washington,
>>> DC  He died at the age of 19 in 1941 in England in a crash of his
>>> Spitfire, a pilot for the Royal Canadian Air Force.
>>>
>>> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr.
>>>
>>> High Flight
>>>
>>>   "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 sun-split 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."
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