When one looks up at the night

To peek humbly into the blackness of space

One would have to be unconscious

Not to be aware

On some level of mind

Of the awesome wonder God created

Space is the place

The realm in which infinity abides

Wherein the spheres of God’s seeds

Carry on the sweet business of love’s expansion

Space is the stuff that tinker toys are made in

A place where phone calls and dirty dishes

Have no power

Where fireballs and snow cones

Disintegrate on cue

So that me and you can marvel at eclipses

Meteor showers and moon walks

For free

Space bristles with possibility

It’s where gods spend eternity

For when man no longer believes himself to be

An earthbound vessel

Space will be there

Waiting

Why?

Because Space needs our company

Our friendship and imagination

In order to fulfill itself

God knew what we’d need

Long before we asked him for it

That’s why he created space

God knew we would propagate

And search for room to grow

Apollo 11

Space Shuttle 72

Are signs for me and you

To ponder and digest

Into our ever-expanding awareness

And colonization

Of space

John Christopher

1985