Psalm 14
a song of science

We are on other worlds
Landed, roving, or curiosity
Simply in magnificently
Passing by

In machines, sending signals
We could not make if we were
Not, at least in part, ready
To learn, to hear

What signs might come
Back? Who sees our silvery
Craft, who hears our signals
In the heaven’s spheres? Who
Would touch our sky as
We touch theirs? Lord of

The universe, if we are not
Ready, we are here
Nonetheless—send us through

Grace in the vacuum of
Space the next companionship
We crave

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