Faith

From whose hands these whirling worlds first did spin

Before you set their course for endless space

With a final, friendly, curious flip

Impelled each undulating particle thereof,

And laughingly, as flinging Frisbees in-

To orbits guaranteed with rubber grace.

Reaching apices, they stall, start to slip,

And homeward fall to answer graver love.

As my life’s central year I now begin

I sense no gentle tug yet turn to face 

That end from which I set upon this trip,

Accelerate, and know I’ve time enough

For all my future, present, and my past,

Again within those loving arms to rest.

c. 1994