A Child of God

 
To wrap my head around
the fifty years since a man
first set foot on the moon,

is easy for a child of God.
Who, in his robed arms
before I could walk,

would gently lift to cradle me
from a small nightlight's
shadow cast into a crib,

and while the house slept,
took me there
through the mist,

beyond the grasp of earth,
the blue marble.
And the sun was a star,

lighting up the moonscape
all around me
as God showed me that

this place too had been a
world he had made,
and I coo’d at his words

which I heard in my head.
And I didn’t know
I wouldn’t see him again

‘till I was all grown.
But I remember then
as he took me back home

how I hoped one day to play
with other children there
on our way to heaven.