The flying tablecloth

When I was twelve years old
I wanted to fly.
So I took my mother's tablecoth
and tied each corner with a piece of string
I joined them all into one bunch
Then holding on to the bunch of string
I took down the old wooden ladder
And climbed the garage roof..
I jumped !
I remember coming a bit of a cropper
But never really hurting myself.
Perhaps if I had
I would never have tried it again !
How many times,since then,
Have I tried to fly
by myself
Without
The wind  of the Holy Spirit...