for Edgar Mitchell
With one giant leap, we landed on the Moon
Breaking forth from our Earthbound cocoon,
Escaping from its motherly embrace
To risk adventures in the depths of space.
Astronauts and cosmonauts embarked
In capsules where they floated free and larked
About in the absence of all gravity,
The sweetest way of making history.
A few of them, so far away from ground
And gravity, gained something more profound,
A visionary cosmic consciousness
That typically just saints and sages bless—
Which gives new meaning to “the Depths of Space,”
Implying there’s a universal Grace.