The Ascension Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

After my timely sermon on the ascension,
An inquisitive lad with piercing eyes and dark unruly hair
about five years old, I'd say,
tugged at my robe
while I greeted worshippers.
"Let's go home, Timmy, " his parents pleaded.
It was more than a nudge young Timmy needed.
When the crowd had dispersed, I kneeled
to his eye level, face-to-face,
"So, Timmy, what's troubling you, " I said with a smile.
"Well, " he said, "I hope Jesus wore a real heavy coat
because it gets awfully cold
when you go really high up
like maybe a mile,
And why didn't Jesus go into orbit, pastor? "
I was speechless, I-uh-I …
had not considered those serious concerns
of a smart little fellow,
[nor had anyone else in the congregation]
But, Timmy had, and Timmy wanted answers!

[Little Timmy grew up, went to seminary, and became a priest.
I have always wanted to hear him preach a sermon on the ascension! ]