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Seven Beings of Light
Inspired by memorial prayers and ceremonies held on Feb 4th, 2003 at The Johnson Space Center.
By Joseph Berolo
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¡So much pain and glory lived at once!/ For it was this earth and home so close/ the landing path never reached/ by seven beings of light who die/ to live and live forever in the eternal fields of God// In heavy grief involved , we mourn/ the mighty ship in heavy thunder lost/ "so close to home, so close to home"* /(George W.Bush)/ Seven beings of light remain today,/ in mighty wonder, by storm of fire/ deployed forever to the sky beyond;/ in eternal flame of glory/ to be known forever,/ engraved we read/ with sadness felt so many times before,/ seven glorious names of light:/ Rich, Laurel, Michael, Kalpana, Ilan, David, William... "If some goes wrong, I will go on higher*/(Laurel Clark)/ for she saw life, emerge from a tiny cocoon,/ suspended miracle in pupal stage,/ for all to see and feel a little like God himself./ Seven lives we lost today. Seven wanted to "reach the stars/ and seven went there and beyond" /* (NASA's Fly Director) to stay forever and forever shine/ upon the skies above the darkness/ of our lives engaged in earthly manners./ ¡Oh, Ilan Ramon of Israel! may "the quiet of outer space" you dreamt to be the shawl of peace to involve your troubled land, spread one day over all mankind, from Jerusalem to the very ends of heaven. --
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In grief we respond and cry in silent pain; but with "unbroken faith, not an option but a desire of human kind, we will fly again" *(George W.Bush) For in their path of golden dust of glory we must renew our faith in God and Might and meet we must our debt to seven beings of light: They went to heaven in search of Peace, and in Peace, we will go back up again. I On eternal fields of doom Columbia lies; the best of all we ever built, forever gone; inspired by we fly again in constant search inspired but seven beings of light spread across the heavens in mighty trail of glorious wings. ; Beams of Faith the heavens travel, --no more distant than the eternal pain inflicted - from the burning ground of our many dreams devoured by wings of fire from hell. A time of doom it was; -and of seeds of hope, of heroes path to war, renewed love of land and God. For life was born again where dead proclaimed domain. Beams of light the heavens travel in bright remembrance of our sudden death and glorious birth again transformed in Beams of Faith Poems above are also published in http://www.poetry.com -- If you wish to read, listen and/or print and email a Poetry Card of Joseph's current and past selections as published in Poetry.com you may visit the site listed and select Berolo, Joseph for the Poet's latest selections. The Editor-- Copyright ©2002 |
