It's Not About Science, Just Satellites... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

You should have seen the look
in your skeptical eyes
when the satellites landed
on the empty tarmac,
the expectence of encounter,
the assumption of capture,
and chaos or judgement
the sight of your heart
pounding in your throat-
arrhythmically,
I could see it... throbbing...
throbbing and pulsing
I reached out to hold you hand;
you couldn't see it.


Imagine the look on my face
as the steel doors lifted
and all three satellites merged
into one supreme vessel,
as I stood in freeze frame...,
openly quavering.

I'll never forget our stone like statures
as a trinity of pilots
softly marched down the ramp,
hand-in-hand,
as a family- together as one.

And, what a strange experience it was,
this aura that challenged my awe of science,
for what soon became evident
was a father and his son
on a mission far from here.

And, should I live to the age of Abraham,
I will never forget their introducing to us
their beautiful bird
who had journeyed with them;
a magnificent dove of purity white,
peerless and resplendent in kind,
with a wing-thrust fierce and focussed
like tounges of fire
carried by matchsticks to candle wicks.

And though silent throughout their visit,
the dove presented itself with an air
of inexplicable wisdom,
providence, grace....deity.

I'll never forget the look on your face
when you realized what I already knew.

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