The stars were many upon the darkness
But the likeness were few and only the sun knew
Oh how the distance of time and space knew
The flight of that selected and beautiful crew
The places in space we all must go through
Holding hands and under-stands the darkness that grew
Weaving now throughout all space and time
Directing now without commuting in crime
For 50 cents and 9 pence making a call
Directing but a few more in making that call
Glory grace mercy hope and truth for all
A dance and chance at the military ball
Who would have thought the goals and trolls would outlast them all
Yet some still silent begin to crawl
Spring summer winter and fall
Weaving together in and out among the fall
Lifted up together with love for all.
~GuArDiAn79