Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

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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