The World of Grandpa Don

No One Clapped

Fueled
by a million
man-made 
wings of fire --
the rocket tore a tunnel
through the sky --
and everybody cheered.

Fueled
only by a thought from God --
the seedling
urged its way
through the thickness of black --
and as it pierced
the heavy ceiling of the soil ...
and launched itself
up into outer space
no one even clapped.

Marcie Hans

This poem came to me by way of Jane Barun, of St Julie Billiart Parish.
August, 2004

 

 

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No One Clapped Marcie Hansn
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