Reckoning
I the wee hours of the morning,
I sit, stare, and listen.
And I am here, right here on the earth.
Yet even and exceptionally in this moment, I realize that there is another home for
we,
Way up in the stars,
Way up beyond the strato, meso, ionosphere,
And I realize for the first and last time,
I realize in the wonderful synthesis of simultaneous reckoning,
That I am home and God is Good.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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