A Shining Satellite
A Godsend, a child, our gift from On High.
Lord bless this one, all he can and must be.
Eternal, now our name will never die--
High flying creation of you and me.
Our greatest design, the plan is perfect
Build sturdy engines that jet to the top.
He must understand his future is set
Why won’t he cooperate? This must stop.
Ready for flight, geocentric orbit.
Dance in the cosmos, yet be sure it’s near.
High nerves in Houston, they note in a fit,
Escape velocity from this dim sphere.
Rocket off our scanners; what shall we do?
Bricks in the cargo of ship number two.
2/28/16
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