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Tiny, widdle Aliens in the  red, red rain!
Just what you are, Scientists can’t explain!
You go a pitta-patting to the pretty,  placid ground,
The weirdest little Creatures for a billion miles around!   
 
 Did Jesus make you up in cold, cold Space,                                   
Ten million miles above us in a wild and secret place?
 Did you reach our planet on a meteor's rocky side?     
A riding rocks is poky but a jazzy way to ride

I’m glad the Cosmos has you!
Such a kooky thing to be!         
That our questions aren’t all answered                                           
And our thoughts can frolic free!   

                                                       ­                      
You might have tortured Pharaoh several thousand years ago,     
When concepts of Human freedoms were not true and were not so.                                                              ­                                  
ET’s  and Freedom Seekers might have fought a common foe.
When a crazy Shepherd had a dream to “Let my People go!!!”

Cause a billion wittle Aliens fell and bloodied
 Egypt’s ancient seas.   
I stand before the Cosmos free to think and live
And worship as I please!
The back story about this poem is, a very rigorous science web site had an article about some strange, single-celled, red Life that fell from the sky in India. It was not the usual Red Tide Algae. It was something not ever noticed before and some Scientists were speculating that it might actually be from Space! I wondered if I could use as an opportunity to witness. Of course I knew a simple comment would never pass their censors. They don't allow every comment to be published. But I knew poetry had a chance (which may be why  the first chapter of Genesis is poetry.)  So I wrote this poem. They used it!
Tiny, widdle Aliens in the  red, red rain!
Just what you are, Scientists can’t explain!
You go a pitta-patting to the pretty,  placid ground,
The weirdest little Creatures for a billion miles around!   
 
 Did Jesus make you up in cold, cold Space,                                   
Ten million miles above us in a wild and secret place?
 Did you reach our planet on a meteor's rocky side?     
A riding rocks is poky but a jazzy way to ride

I’m glad the Cosmos has you!
Such a kooky thing to be!         
That our questions aren’t all answered                                           
And our thoughts can frolic free!   

                                                       ­                      
You might have tortured Pharaoh several thousand years ago,     
When concepts of Human freedoms were not true and were not so.                                                              ­                                  
ET’s  and Freedom Seekers might have fought a common foe.
When a crazy Shepherd had a dream to “Let my People go!!!”

Cause a billion wittle Aliens fell and bloodied
 Egypt’s ancient seas.   
I stand before the Cosmos free to think and live
And worship as I please!
The back story about this poem is, a very rigorous science web site had an article about some strange, single-celled, red Life that fell from the sky in India. It was not the usual Red Tide Algae. It was something not ever noticed before and some Scientists were speculating that it might actually be from Space! I wondered if I could use as an opportunity to witness. Of course I knew a simple comment would never pass their censors. They don't allow every comment to be published. But I knew poetry had a chance (which may be why  the first chapter of Genesis is poetry.)  So I wrote this poem. They used it!
Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound
That calls us to the Stars!
The Grace that's guided planet Earth
Will guide us on Red Mars.

And we'll have time to see the Stars
And tread on countless Worlds,
Each one of them a masterpiece 
A Billion Precious pearls! 

Its grace that keeps our star ships safe
To soar in peace through Space. 
It's grace that keeps our planets safe 
From wars and poisoning hate.

Grace will guide our Starships out!
And guide our Starships home!
And Grace will guard us everywhere
That Sentients need to roam!
As mighty as the savage broom
Tearing at the dusty floor,
In futuristic towns on Mars
And ancient towns of yore!

Through the ages, swish swish swish!
Moving multi-tons of sand.
Making shacks and starships neat
For the stately tread of Man!
The whirling worlds His Potter's Wheel
What Darwin sought His fiery kiln
To forge a Man So strong and smart
He takes the nest of stars by storm!

God shapes His clay. Behold a sponge!
He shapes some more. He has a fish
That dances in the waters deep
And Jesus laughs and claps His hands!
As yet they do not know.

God shapes His clay a  little more
Soon a creature stands before
Him on its little legs.
The creature walks but yet still swims!
God calls: His creatures walk on land!
But still they do not know.

God shapes His clay a little more
Soon dancing Dragons, Birds and Bears.
And Jesus dances on and on
But still they do not know.

Then finally, the Dawn of Man
The clay Lump wakes and knows!

A zillion mothers nourish young
a zillion fathers fight and mate

A Zillion years of fear and joy
A zillion years of pain and love
A billion years of work and stress
Of starving times and spilling blood.

All of this the price God paid
To make a Man of Mud.
To you a Dusty Carpenter,                         
 
To me a Shining Light.      

 
To you a bloodied, nail pierced wrist.      

 
To me an arm of might!

 
To you a Gentle Prince of Peace.  

 
To me an awesome sight!   

 
To each of us the opposite.                       


And yet We both are right!
Child of the future

Laying in your cradle place,


Star light through the window

Shining softly on your face.

By  the time you're grown, Child

The proud starships will  soar!

So sleep deep, softly, now, Child

The Future's at your door!

Play in the SUN,  Child.

Earth-wind sweet caresses you.  

By the time you're all grown up

An  alien wind  will do.

The Children that you bear, Child

Will know an alien SUN.

So dream and play and grow today.

Your  journey's just begun.
Neurotics build castles in the air.
Psychotics move into them
Aspergians think long and hard
About castles in the Air    
  And then design real blueprints. 
Neurotypicals take the blueprints and
 With their superior social skills, 
Organize their actual construction.                                                    ­     Psychiatrists sit back and collect the rent.
I sensed My Creator's Joy tonight;
His laughter caressed
My happy mind:
A miracle He worked for me!
One second became All of Time!

I saw ten billion Stars tonight.
Dew drops glowing in the Trees:
Lighted by the Silver Moon;
An entire Universe of leaves.

I knew then that this World we own,
Though small and blue and lost in Space.
When lighted by the Love of God,
Becomes a joyous Laughing-Place!
For Gene Brewer, the Creator of K-PAX, Robert Porter and prot

Life is hard.                                    
We are toiling painfully
With determined desperation
With tears and bitterness

With fear and agony and
with strong doubts  that we can even go on!
With Human tenacity!
With Human  skill!
With the cleverness of Chimps
With bigger brains.

We are building a better Universe
And evolving into
What Love becomes
When Love is beyond comprehension!

Science and Faith are fiery lovers
Dancing a tango all through Time
Hugging and parting
Grasping and rejecting
Whirling and twirling
Fighting as fiery Lovers fight
Shouting and slapping and flinging things!

The Neighbors shake their heads in exasperation!

In lulls between the fights
They hug together
In the velvet darkness of the Universe
Embracing with their mutual love,
Gazing with shared longings
At the far and friendly stars!

They embrace with passion
In peace and desperation!
With one small remnant of hope
That things can somehow be better!
Out comes a brawny Love Child!

Growing as a Seed to entwine the Universe!
Doing what all life does:
Getting bigger!
Getting stronger!
Learning!

Playing as all Children play
With the pretty Universe!
Wondering!
Wandering!
And becoming more and more!
What a sight when His muscles grow!
What an Einstein when His mind does!

In time as all good Children do
He prepares a place of rest for His Parents.
Brings them Peace at last

For Life is hard
But then we die….
And then we get to enjoy it!
Yes, prot is spelled right. His name was not capitalized. Gene Brewer wrote a charming story about a gentle ET from the planet K-PAX who was trying to save his very sick and very loved friend and host, Robert Porter. A Psychiatrist, also named Gene Brewer helped them both. I became pen pals with the real Gene Brewer. The only problem, he had no faith. He lived in despair.   I tried to give him some.
The Great Snows came when Man was slight!

The wild winds stung and Life was hard!

But we learned of clothes and spears and FIRE!!

When the Warm Times came, we'd found the Lord!!!

Then came the Times of the Holocausts!

We ripped First World with the Hell of Wars!

But a few still saw the Vision grow:
We learned to journey to the STARS!

When our first SUN died we felt great fright.

But we found other Stars give HEAT and LIGHT!

Then the Black Holes came and they cost us dear.

We lost our Worlds,
But we're still here!

Now the Universe is night.

The experts say we won't survive!!

For the Stars are cold and they give no light.

Poppy ****!!

There are more ways than one to survive!
  
If it hadn't been for the Snows
And the Nuclear Wars
And the times of Hell with the DYING STARS!

If God hadn't driven us to the brink;

We'd have never learned to think!
May the dew of the morning
Shine in your eyes!
May the Winds of the Stars 
Blow through your hair!
May the White Bird of Heaven
Alight upon you.. 
And the Star of the Earth
Turn your cheeks 
Golden with its kiss!

May you become more beautiful 
With every movement of the stars! 
May your joys rise up in abundance 
And flow like the Mountain Springs! 

For I love you
As the Dawn loves the Mountains! 
And I will be with you forever. 
Till the Live Worlds lose their orbits
 And the Universe is cracked in two 
By the ending of Eternity!
Oh white goddess 
of the Heavens!
We beseech thee…

With only the Orb of the Night 
To light my path, 
I set out on my long journey.
 My faithful Horse.....

Man land on the MOON! 
You read that crazy Science Fiction junk?!

They can land a Man on the Moon So why can't they....
HE
MADE THEM 
High to touch the Sky
And stretch the souls of puny Man!
Mountains! Mountains! Multitudes of matter!
Shimmering and soaring Up to ten thousand skies!
Eagle proud and hardy. Majestic and mighty!
Building blocks and playthings for the Lord most High!
The golden mountains of the Moon! The scarlet mounts of Mars!
Ten zillion soaring alpine peaks around a zillion stars!
Dressed in snow and thunder, wild flowers and wonder.
Heaven fire and lightning fire and rainbows  and wind!
In those days when we were launching
I was only ten.
I heard the awesome call to Space.
I ache to go again!

I long to see the
Earth float blue
  Above the silver Moon!
I thirst to see the rockets soar
Pushed by their FLAMING PLUME!

My nostalgia's for the Future!
For those good new days on Mars!
I long to know of gentle Beings
Who live round other stars!

I want to know the fate of Man
And the fate of all Earth's Creatures!
I want to know if Souls and Love
Can dwell in those with Different Features!

My Nostalgia's for the Future
For those good new days Above!
I want to know if times of war
Give way to times of Love.

I want to know of where we GO
Not where we've simply been!
My nostalgia's for tomorrow
For the stars beyond the Sun.

Though we have gone ten thousand years
Our Journey's just begun!
This can be sung to the tune of Danny Boy
Pray or sing this to receive
Inward Peace.

Jesus Christ we thank
You for Your Sacrifice
Come live inside my
Busy, restless Mind.
Forgive my sins and
Fix the flaws that sadden You.
Help me forgive the ones
Who did not treat me kind!
He said the word and out of dust 
The Galaxies were hurled
For whom the Nebulae unwound                   
 And the Universe unfurled!     
For Whom by the THUNDER IN HIS VOICE
 THE FIERY STARS UNCURLED!    

He made every kind of rock     
From Amethyst to Geode.                      
By the spittle in His mouth
The Mighty Oceans flowed.
 For Him the Arctic lands 
Turned white
When by His will it snowed!
For Him the Mountains of the sky
Shouldered up their load.                                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                          
Praise the High and Mighty Genius 
Who created all of these: 
Nebula, 
Amoebas
 Great Forests full of Trees!   
He blew out from His mighty breath,
The Hurricane and Breeze!                                                                    ­                                                  
He planned all the Planet's paths;  
 Equinoxes and ellipse!
Apogee and perigee,  
Occultings and eclipse! 
He caused the mighty floods
And great torrents full of mists!

 He spitted out the LIGHTNING BOLTS 
And the Clouds of Silver Rains!
What He says, 'GO'  
Is gone like that,
And what He saves, remains!                                                                                                               
He makes the Plains as Mountains High     
And the Mountains High as Plains.
He colors bright the Star-sets wild,
And the Nebulae He Stains!  

He made the All of Everything  
Throughout the Multiverse.
He causes brand new Stars to light 
While others run their course.  
He gives each Life its own Free Will
For better or for worse.    

He catches all the THUNDERING WINDS     
And the breeze’s tiny sigh. 
He made the tiny Field Mouse       
And the soaring Eagles high; 
He paints the colors of the
Winds against the ageless Sky!                                                                   ­                                                       He threw the Devil from his place
Among the Holy Stars.   
He molded out proud Venus       
And He crafted ancient Mars.   
 He praises all His Lives for Peace 
And punishes for wars.
He flung by multi-handfuls out,   
The rainbow colored Stars.  

Praise the One Who made the Worlds,     
The Moons and Nebulae  
And made the ancient world of Mars
With its bleeding glorious sky!
He made Earth and Jupiter                                                                  ­                     
And painted Saturn's rings!
He made the Thrush,
And Whip-Poor-Will,  
 And the Nightingale who sings.  

He made the gentle, snow white Dove 
The  Peacock's fiery Tail.
He made the Minds of Undersea;       
 The Dolphin 
 And the WHALE!     
                    
Like a Master Weaver 
Weaved He       
Evolution's  path,        
Coloring life with humor,
Love, elegance and wrath!

He made the Universe a place  
That danced and came alive,
With every kind of Creature,   
Using all ways to survive!
Oh  Lord who made the
Whippoorwill,
And sprinkled Wild Flowers
On the hill,

And set aflame the starry sky,
And painted Rainbows wild
On high!                

Oh Lord who stained pink,
bleeding Mars
Who fashions  
Worlds and countless Stars!

Who understands the  
Mountain Storm,
Yet keeps the
Tiny Dove from harm!

You who’ve guided countless ships,
And Astronauts on epic trips,

Look now upon my
Helpless plight,                                                                                
And keep my 'putor running right!
Amino acids churning, swirling                    
In the tides of New Earth’s seas!


Tossed and turned 
And cooled and burned
And flung before the breeze!
God's laughter roars! 
and Life is born!            

 His work has just begun!

 Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining,           
 
Living, dying, 
Growing, trying...
 
To take the dry thus untamed lands!
Pioneers to 
an Ungreen world!
 
Cold winds! Dry air!
 
Millenniums of toil!
 
Sinking roots into the hard rocks.
 
Splitting stones to  SOIL!

 
We come;
 
hunting, warring, snarling;
 
Clothes  and clubs and coins and spears;
 
First sense of God and Love Beyond.
 
First agonizing Cosmic FEARS!
 
Words upon the printed page'        
Pots and  bricks and wheels and FIRE!!   

But  like the Plants the inward longing!
Deep inside the same desire!          
               


Starships surging, sailing, soaring!                                                                     ­     
   Silver bits of flotsam flung;                                                                                          
  Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts!                                                                           ­              
 His work has just begun.
Seeds blown by the Winds of Man!                                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                  
To multitudes of suns, such toil!                                                                    

To sink our roots in alien sands!                                                              To change a zillion worlds to Soil!
Like a churning pail of milk,
Shining in the greyish Sky,
What are you my ancient Moon,
Up above my World so high?

Haunting Beauty of a World,
Glorious Globe of silent light,
Older than our own dear Earth,
Shining silver in the night!

Who made you my Pretty One?
Did our God cause you to shine?
Making all the Universe
Painted pictures in His Mind!

Orb of Mystery! Orb of Joy!
Orb that awed our ancient Man!
Orb that turns the dark country
Into a shining, silver land!
Speeding like a silver dove
Through the velvetness of Space.

Hunting for great, brand new worlds
Where Man may learn his final place.
In the Universe of stars 
Past the CREVICES of Mars.
Past the Worlds that we did know.
                                                                ­                                                   
Where is Heaven?
Where is Hell?                                                           
Where are worlds where Man may dwell?                                         
Where are Answers to his quests?                                            
Where are Worlds
Where Love e exists?

Where are Worlds
that have no frights?                                                                  ­   
Past Eternal Velvet Nights.
                                                         ­  
What is Man that he may go   
Above his Earth and to and fro?   

Despite the Fallen Angel's rage
Man has lived another age
Stars are not silent!
No! They sing!!!!
He walked the dusty paths of Earth.
Heard Cattle cry and Sheep bells.

The smell of Sweat was known to Him. 
Sharp tastes of wine and bread and cheese.

He admired the Flowers.
Saw blue Sky and Stars.   

RESTED IN THE SHADE OF THE TOWERING MOUNTAINS!    

 
The Beings At all like Him
 He had no contact with.                                                                                                                             
He was the Ultimate in Aliens
 Or Visitors from Space!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
His Kingdom is truly, "not of THIS world!"*  
    

 The loneliness!
How He must have felt it!                                                                                                                                                                                         
To have a destiny
That goes beyond the Stars!

Outlives Eternity!
While others know it not!

Yet I know You miss the old days, sometimes.
                                                                             
Once One has been here,                                                                   
One is forever an Earthling!

*John 18:36
Mighty Monarch of young Earth
Black against the Rising Sun!
Your Voice like THUNDER, Shook the Hills!
You Roared to greet the Terrible Dawn!!!

Yours was the way of strength and size!
Of prideful being and fright-full might!
We tiny Shrews who ****** your eggs
Ran like frightened Lunar Shadows at the
Coming of the Light!

You couldn't comprehend your fate
Or to the heights those little Mice would RISE
That we who cowered beneath your feet
Would grow to soar through Alien Skies!

We couldn't comprehend our fate.
We ran to flee the Dangerous Morn!
Oh that such shivery-little-nothing-beasts
Would roar to greet a Different Dawn
My God! The God of Natural Law,
Of the Dino's breath and the first Biped
He who first spied outer space,
Saw the first Dark hole,  
Felt the first great dread!
My God! He danced with Darwin's soul
And carved the staff of DNA.
 
My God trod first where now we tread
And to His worlds He learned to pray.
 
With the Universe He danced,
In such deep pain of Artist's Soul
Exhausted!  
Shed He Poet's tears
From six days' agonizing toil!
 
Finite Being! He gave us all:
His total being! His final pain!
He made the Sacrifice
 ALL Deep Ones make. Ones make.
He dared to care; To go insane!
 
For His Masterpiece He drained,
Every drop of His dark rich blood
Crucified by Creation's NEED for
That Which Shall Evolve From Love!
Man can watch a TV show
And put it on to tape,
Catching those fleeting ethereal waves For future watching's sake.

Surely God can watch a Mind And see its brain waves soaring free
And on His Celestial Videotape
Make sure that Soul will always be!

We can take a pile of films
That are black and white and glum

And re-edit them and change their tint
To all the colors neath the Sun!

Surely God can take our Souls
That are old and dull and sad
And reedit us and change our Moods
To Rainbow, Technicolor glad!
I searched out the Universe. 

All the realms of Eternity! 
All the places of Infinity! 
I searched out the sweet,
 Smelling planets,
The silver and red and gold
And diamond stars
That echo on forever with their light.
 

I searched out the.
t
o
w
e
r
i
n
g
Mountains of Mars!


The coughing dust storms 
That whirl around on Venus!

I peered into the angry eye of Jupiter!

I caught up with the asteroids;
I searched them.

I ran and caught the satellites of Saturn.
 But He was not there.

I called out to Andromeda!

I pierced the Ring Nebula
And the Horse Head with my eyes!

All in vain!
I pleaded with the Seven Sisters.

I stood up to Orion.
I petted his Dog.
I feared his Lion
And searched out all
The Milky Way.

I hunted the Great Bear and the Little Bear.

I captured Cygnus the Swan in my nets.

The Great Ram 
And Proud White Pegasus
I ran down and captured.

I called out to all the Galaxies


To all the Constellations:

I pleaded with the STARS

But they were dumb.

And finally when I searched out 
All of these....
And found Him not,
I looked inside myself
And found Him in my heart.
Barren windswept place:
The Man-Ape stands on two legs
And realizes God!

Earth is rich and warm
Wanderer takes small seeds and
Gives back to the soil!

Should Humans be Slaves?
Let us catch the wind and make
It push our boats!

Child stands by the sea;
Are there other lands out there?
Let us go and see!

Small silver Spider
Webless, comes forth from its womb
Man now knows TWO worlds!

Red fiery Mountains!
Mars-winds howl out their anger!
No use; Man has come!

Deep night. Stars glow strong
The little Starship shoots on
In the hands of God!

The shuttle craft zooms
Low, over the new World. Look!
Man is not alone!

The galaxy: full
Of Life. Friends and foes,
Adventure. Knowledge!

Golden wheels, waltzing
Whirling in the velvetness
Mankind comes to live.

The Golden Being
Soars over His turning worlds.
Calls. His Children come!

Star-set of the worlds.
The God-Sons float like FIRE-FLIES.
Safe airless freedom!

Ylem explodes. Its
dust Like Phoenixes, become
New Worlds! Time Begins again!
When the dark ages came and the Roman Empire fell
And the first age of reason sounded its knell
Did the Wise Men say, in their timeless way
That Humankind is not destined to survive?

For the dark ages came and the dark ages reigned

And their reign was dark and their power deep gloom!
But the light that glowed though so weak, was bold
And in time it surged to a Mighty Flame!

Man exists like a Phoenix Bird
A beautiful Creature of Power and might!
But the fire that warms is the fire that burns

Like a torch consumed by its own great Light!

The World does shine in the velvetness;
A spot of blue and a place of light

But the World does turn and it still does turn
And enter again the velvet night!

So we stand at the brink of war!
So we are children of fallen gods!
Both a god and a Beast is Man.
We too have our place in the Wheel of Time!

Athens lasted a hundred years
Sparta lasted a millennium
But the ways we think about as Greece

Lives strong between our shores again!

Though the waves shrink back,
And the Stars contract,
And the Phoenix writhes in her self-made flame.

If the worlds should turn towards their velvet night

and happiness die in the valley again.

Nothing lasts, like the valley wide
It ends in another mountainside
And happiness lives in the Mountains again...
We see a nest and say,
“It's made of grass.
A natural thing;
It's merely grass.
But why is it so intricate and swirly?”
There must be a Bird!”


We see a galaxy and say
“Its made of gas.
A natural thing;
It’s merely gas.
But why is it so intricate and swirly?
There must be a God!
Age upon age,
The eons pass.
The  Earth goes round and round
Its flaming Star  
The Mountains are smoothed  
Into Valleys,  
The Oceans into plains.
Kingdoms rise, and reign,
And fall,       
To legends                                                  
Soon forgotten.
And through these ages
One sits high above the  Earth
Watching it from afar. 
The cry of all Sparrows is known to Him
 And the cries of the restless wild Gulls
And the snorting of restless Ponies
  And every splash of Amoebas.
Nothing is lost to His eyes,
No sound to His ears,  
And not one scent to His nostrils.

The centuries pass as moments for Him.

The zillions pass as days.
Eons pass without His blinking
He does not notice the difference
between them.
This can be sung to the tune of Danny Boy.



Oh Jesus Christ we love the
Universe you’ve made!
The Stars, the Worlds,
The Deer that tramps the Glade!
The soaring Birds,
The misty Mountain majesties!
We thank you, Jesus Christ
For every Soul you’ve saved!

Jesus Christ you are the
Spirit of the Wind!
The Verdant Green
That clothes our Biosphere!
The Dancing Clouds,
The laughing, bubbling,
Mountain Stream!
We sense these things
And know that
Jesus Christ is near!

Jesus Christ you own the
Future and the Past!
In your arms you hold each
Tiny Living World!
You keep them safe, and
Whisper gently, “I love you!”
You guard your Nests
Just as a loving Mother Bird!
(“I Am a Worm and not a Man.”)
Psalm 22:6


Is He an Earthworm who shoves through sand?
With amazing hunger, strength and toil,
Changing filth and muck to soil,
So that someday we will see,
A full grown, well fed, Mustard Tree?


Or is He Tapeworm inside our minds?

Turning what was cruel to kind,

Repairing our O.S. from within,

So we may interface with Him?


Both choices work
I think,
As we:

Need so much help to finish free.
So both are truth, not poetry.
Wherever you will go
Be it the endless red rift of Mars,
And Crevices of 'canos long extinct.
With Mountains Black and High!
A world of scarlet sands
And bleeding skies.

Be it the silver clouded galaxies
Or Worlds between.

Rather be it Heaven's wide
Or Hell beneath:

Wherever you will go I will go;
Following you to the ends of Creation
And beyond the star-clad skies
Of Alien worlds. I will go.
Wherever you will go
Forevermore!

— The End —