a poem by Marcie Hans
Fueled
by a million
man-made
wings of fire -
the rocket tore a tunnel
through the sky -
and everybody cheered.
Fueled
only by a thought from God -
the seedling
urged its way
through the thicknesses of black -
and as it pierced
the heavy ceiling of the soil -
and launched itself
up into outer space -
no
one
even
clapped.
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