Like a rocket
I wait on mental launching pad
for Mind's healing command.
With every passing moment
I listen more closely
for the final countdown
before takeoff.
Suppose I should
—of my own accord—
lift off at 10 ... instead of zero?
What systems would remain
unchecked, un-unfolded as I
plunged up and outward into
the deep blue yonder?
So, loving Love, I wait as each new day
brings me from 9 ... to 8 ... to 7 ....
Distractions depart.
Outside noises still.
I am poised now
ready for God—
all attention on His Word.
Mind, my director ... 6
Truth, my inspiration ... 5
Love, my strength ... 4
Life, my support ... 3
Principle, the law that guides me upward ... 2
Soul, my glory; Spirit, my joy ... 1
Vibrant with expectation, I listen . . . listen.
Then
. . .Zero! . . .
And suddenly, I am among the stars.
