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

In my wretchedness, I'm so thankful.......for gifts of airy angels' songs