Blinking

Margaret V.Doran

As I lay upon the roof
    one balmy summer eve
straining my eyes to the horizon,
    my mind began to weave
images of ethereal ladies
    dancing to and fro
visions from the stars,
    from their shimmer and their glow

Pictures more real came into view
    of a monster with a cavernous maw
pin points spiraling out of sight
    gobbled up by darkness I saw
"Look there it is,"
    the cries broke into my reverie
and I beheld a wonderful view
   of the very real Sputnik 3

How could I describe the blinking
   which made my heart beat faster
way out there in outerspace
    yet still in the hand of the Master
I KNEW now something of what
    "forever" and "eternal" might be
and could comprehend what a finite speck
    I was to the Creator who made me

If God could care about
    such an infinitesimal little dot
than my life was more important
    than I had ever really thought
and with that understanding came
    a conviction to my heart
that I was here for a reason
    and I had to learn my part

That somehow someone needed me
    to be wherever I would
and that someone would need me
    to do whatever I could
that God would show me the way
    that he wanted me to go
and understanding cannot really be explained,
    it’s something you simply know.

Copyright © 1997 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.

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Updated July 1, 1999
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