The Glimpse

Would you take the grand step ‘cross the sky
to stars whose sparkles beckon
and sever the umbilical cord of gravity,
be awed by planetary majesty,
embrace God’s endless silvern tapestry
and escape Earth’s pull each second?

Then step on soil of a distant star,
first footprint at Heaven’s gate.
For centuries, you pointed to journey there
to catch that glimpse of God so rare.
Now your arrow, man made of tensiled gear,
is a star leaping Ark of Faith.

And tho’ you’re a faint echo of a tiny whisper
in the thunder of Time called Man;
a trembling leaf on an outstretched branch,
a blade of grass on dry land,
a corner patch on some crazy quilt
where good and evil reign.
But greatest wonder, your relentless search
to jump the stars in a single lurch,
to sit on God’s cosmic perch
and view the Earth again!

Namyh