Ph: Faith: Life In Deep Space (Air Added) Poem by Brian Johnston

True freedom can feel like an exquisite jail,
our colonized space bound by bars that we love.
Childs' nutrition once favored, a lap dance now passé,
our restaurants change with new owners (when chefs find
new orbits) , food served fades as children leave home fires
(in trying new wings, seems youth rarely look back) !
Moms are left with learned spice tricks but few mouths to feed
and all pops have less impact as children find voices,
write poems that resonate just in youths' ears!
And most parents scratch heads, though they've pride in teens' flight,
fear bairns' orbits are fractured, don't sport a real center
(a God that they circle) , lack stars in the heavens wise view
for direction, blood valued (whose gravity's trusted) .
We cling now to hope childs' genetics are sound.

On leaving the earth, the first astronauts found
a more humble perspective, sufficiency busted,
the earth more a marble that floats, at its best a canoe
(or a dog a tick feeds on) , an owner or renter?
A parasite maybe that stumbles on insight
its host is quite fragile, though prey may lack tears,
feels no pain, (or regret at humanity's choices) .
But gravity's well is as deep as this life's need
to know if God's real! There's some code we can hack
to put God in a headlock? Can we kick the tires
of what happens, post-life? Or is faith more defined
as the best we can do, that's not bluster or hearsay?
The claim, "faith's a lie, " is pure faith: can a joke win?
By faith, God is real! Grace, God's Science, can't fail!


Brian Johnston
15th of February in 2020