I’m just a soul whose intentions are good,
oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear.Castiel Graphics Challenge | enohchian vs. punkrockcrowley
prompt: Home by Emily Dickinson
I already miss the weight on my back
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering. -saint augustine (x)
#’they went to space’ he thinks#these creatures of flesh and bone and blood and fragile nerves and paper skin went into the vastness#with only a metal shell and a boundless hope#they wrote poems about the stars for ten thousand years#dreamed of soaring with them: something angels do effortlessly#’angels’ he thinks ‘have never built a spaceship’#they have never had to build a bridge or dam a river or dig the stones from a field to plant their crops#they have never had to learn from bruises and skinned knees#it makes him think of anna#the lessons she gained as a human child#a sense of fairness from being picked last at softball#a sense of grief from finding a baby bird fallen from its nest#all children dream of space at least once#even anna#and now even castiel#dreaming of touching the sky as only humans can#in their imperfect climb to heaven (via robotmango)