You are living schoolchildren's dreams, after the seemingly endless NASA training, your time arrives, she rumbles beneath you, gathering all her strength- shaking, roaring like thunderous lions, lifting, you feel faint in elation, the piercing cold Cape Canaveral sky turned deep azure, then, black, the earth is blue and green swirls like an artist's paints mixing into the most beauteous of colors and form. Your eyes adjusting to the bright flash of the sun, as the moon, like a shy girl, regal in her mystery, then, you and your fellow astronauts saw them, these beings, they are tall, with blue-white wings outspread and expansive, so much beauty, and so benign, you and your crew felt no threat. Then, suddenly, you realized- they're angels hovering, curious, male and female with long and shimmering hair, in flowing garments edged with golden hues, more in majesty than even your man-made ship of the stars, in you and your crew's transfixed eyes and psyches- is the feeling, the acceptance, that science has United with God.