It's Not About Science, Just Satellites...

You should have seen the look in your skeptical eyes when the satellites landed on the empty tarmac, the expectence of encounter, the assumption of capture, and chaos or judgement the sight of your heart pounding in your throat- arrhythmically, I could see it... throbbing... throbbing and pulsing I reached out to hold you hand; you couldn't see it. Imagine the look on my face as the steel doors lifted and all three satellites merged into one supreme vessel, as I stood in freeze frame..., openly quavering. I'll never forget our stone like statures as a trinity of pilots softly marched down the ramp, hand-in-hand, as a family- together as one. And, what a strange experience it was, this aura that challenged my awe of science, for what soon became evident was a father and his son on a mission far from here. And, should I live to the age of Abraham, I will never forget their introducing to us their beautiful bird who had journeyed with them; a magnificent dove of purity white, peerless and resplendent in kind, with a wing-thrust fierce and focussed like tounges of fire carried by matchsticks to candle wicks. And though silent throughout their visit, the dove presented itself with an air of inexplicable wisdom, providence, grace....deity. I'll never forget the look on your face when you realized what I already knew. _________________________ © 2015-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR