The Space Maker
1
"Moon Walker"
Never dreamed
I would find myself
here
after so many years of life
on tender Mother Earth
rubberized boots
walking
and breathing through a mini globe
marvelling at the skin of the moon
a pitted and quiet
barren buffer against a cast
of stones and new discoveries
almost soundless
but eerie
as the distant horizon
takes on a reddest hue
bringing me to a stop
red smoke creeping toward me
settling over the mouths of craters
what could be burning
and where is it coming from?
I quicken my slow plodding
and come to the edge of a gaping crater
slow smoke reddish into a dull pink
coming out of a cave on the far wall
I consider climbing down
but something whooshes out of the cave
and flies over me
I duck
looking up as it passes
a Nazi insignia on the bottom
of an old flying saucer
war seems to be everywhere
I turn and face the sphere of earth
out there in dark space
so near I feel
I could touch it
seemingly nothing ever changes
so I wake up and wonder why
there's someone's blood in my bed.
2
Spinning
Sweet earth of blue
what have we done to you
I stand on your sister moon
squinting through space
over to your sphere
my slow spinning
mother earth
turning into a lonely
immense skull
but the great change is coming
earth reborn
with God's people.
3
Soon
All the land of all the people
all the years settled and dying
so many believing
sky, sea, and sacred places
and prayers and rapture
of saints to heavenly clouds
the Word
directing
footfall and stars
The Space Maker.
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