When
When those we send back to the moons surface,
those we dispatch to those lifeless planets
that hang dead-boned and airless
in our small corner of space;
when they who reach and explore,
colonize and construct,
will they eventually construe
what we knew all along
that we who dwell on Earth
are the one reason for God to exist.
That God is here in the fruitful soil
of this garden
where eternal life has planted its heart.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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