SpaceX + Discernment = CRAZY

The contrasting and warped shadows that
Fill my head--
There are people, and ideas, and things.
The engineering department.
The people from SELF.
The gorgeous ROCKETS. AND
The selfless Nuns.

Then there is this other guy.
I just happen to be madly in love with Him.
His name, conveniently, is The POP (Prince of Peace).

There are these questions and these voices.
These groups and this-- tension.

And then there are these wonderful people who have helped me so much.
And the incredible individuals who have sacrificed for me.

There are things and ideas and people.
There are people and ideas and things.

And then there is this blissful calm.
This wonderful adrenalin.
That wonderful phone call.
That beautiful reading.
That quiet meditation.

Like two separate galaxies, spinning wildly towards one another.
There are these
Numbers-- beautifully corralled into elegant equations
with the most artfully crafted free-body diagrams and
outlines of dreams that will soon land men on Mars.
And this
Cross, spilling bountiful mercy
and unending love.
A love that is being shared-- and a love that is penetrating.
The love that touches lives and moves souls.
The love that transforms the human heart and brings them to tears.

And then there is the human folly of love--
Which seems so strong and so true.
A love that is, unfortunately,
Divided, painfully in two.

Written cautiously in two keys--
The musician tentatively composes the song--
Fearing that this may not work
That it will sound all wrong.

Girl-- Tearing The Rise