Well may we marvel at titanic thrust
That drives a projectile into the skies,
Defying gravity to quit the earth
And raise a creature to the stellar dust.
Our astronauts provoke an awed surmise
Of dreams to which the brain has given birth.
Though they appal, yet such achievements must
Earn admiration, for within us lies
That which applauds all signs of human worth
And yearns to satisfy our wanderlust.
Yet, tranced by science, we do well to pause,
Remembering how One, by mankind spurned,
Was not to be confined by finite laws,
But rose triumphant where the desert burned !
Weekly Times 1.6.62