There are those who calculate
that when we rocket out beyond the moon
we come back younger
than if we had not blasted off.
Can't we then
begin to see
earth's scenes as passing shows
and let thought reach
the here-and-now of Soul,
a journey that outdistances
all downward pull
and bounds ahead
of farthest light-years
finally to find
Spirit's matterless space
where we really live and move
held forever
in the timeless caring presence
of Love's place?
