There is a pathway to the stars
Mapped out for us by
Tiny cherubs—faint, pulsating
Trail of constellations scattered:
The universe is
Vast
And I’m out here,
Stuttering to find the words
By which to capture
The very ends
Of our corner of the world
Lost
In this sea of light,
Transmissions,
Pulsars beating its heavenly
Drum as a sign that maybe
God
Has not left us for dead
Yet. God has not left
Us for dead
Yet
This noise we run away from:
These nauseating horns
And screams of
Wounded children
Have a heaven, God bless you.
Have a heaven
Transmitting
Its “love yous”
And “miss yous”
And “thank yous”
Singing
To a sky beyond our corner of
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
There is a pathway to the stars
Mapped out for us by
Tiny cherubs—faint, pulsating
Trail of constellations scattered:
The universe is
Vast
And I’m out here,
Stuttering to find the words
By which to capture
The very ends
Of our corner of the world
Lost
In this sea of light,
Transmissions,
Pulsars beating its heavenly
Drum as a sign that maybe
God
Has not left us for dead
Yet. God has not left
Us for dead
Yet
This noise we run away from:
These nauseating horns
And screams of
Wounded children
Have a heaven, God bless you.
Have a heaven
Transmitting
Its “love yous”
And “miss yous”
And “thank yous”
Singing
To a sky beyond our corner of
