January 31, 2018
A Faithful Witness
An astronomical poem by Jonah Swanson
Soaring past comets of brilliant color,
A midst many planets–some large, some smaller–
Was this young astronaut dispatched by mankind,
Who embarked on a journey others declined.
Here he was safe in his trustworthy old craft.
Some days he felt sorrow, some days he would laugh.
“My Lord, You are with me!” he humbly said.
He looked into space with a good bit of dread.
What scared him the most was the absence of trust,
When the vastness of space began to disgust.
But Arvid had courage; he was self-assured
That Megas Poimen would faithfully shepherd.
Young Arvid’s assignment, appointed back home,
Was to fix an old space station’s astrodome.
The dome had been cracked by a piece of debris.
For Arvid, protection was no guarantee.
In the event that he fixed the rotunda,
Fuel for retreat was stored there in abunda’.
Another thing to be found at the station
Was ample rations of food and hydration.
“I think I am close!” he said rather stressful;
But Arvid was right!-for he spotted the vessel.
Just two miles off, very close to the moon!
With banjo in hand, he rejoiced with a tune.
But, with arrival came utter confusion.
“The station,” said he, “was just an illusion?”
That target observed was a big asteroid.
“No station in sight!” said the pilot, annoyed.
He stood on the bridge and stared deep into space,
Asking, “Can no fuel be found anyplace?"
The mission concluded but not his retreat.
The pilot felt lonely; this was a defeat.
Now God of infinity said, “Son, I’m here!
I’m not bound by time, and there’s nothing I fear!
This trial is hard, but I’ll always be True.
I've sent down My faithful witness to help you.”
Now Arvid felt comfort repeating his phrase.
“My Lord, You are with me!” he shouted in praise.
He had just one question that stirred in his head:
“Is this helper a man or angel instead?”
The pilot surveyed around his small vessel.
He looked for the man, but wasn’t successful.
The silly young pilot was in the wrong place.
He then turned his eyes towards the outer space.
“Hello there, young pilot, and what is your name?”
The pilot was stunned by the image in frame.
“I am the moon, by my God I have been sent
To offer you help with your predicament.”
Due to the boy’s overwhelming confusion,
He said, “This must be my own odd delusion."
Arvid was speechless and wholly mystified.
“Should I trust him, or not?” he had to decide.
And once he decided, he went to find out
If the moon was alive or left hereabout.
Young Arvid just couldn’t believe his own eyes.
“The Lord's faithful Witness, a moon in full size!”
After the moon had awoke from his long nap,
He yawned, then spoke out, “Son, please let me recap.
That station you strive for was broken to bits
By a shower of wreckage–it was a blitz!”
And when Arvid heard what had been revealed,
His hope of salvation was far from sealed.
“I knew it,” said Arvid “you’re some counterfeit!”
“Now just wait,” said the moon “there’s much more to it!”
“I was sent by the Lord. He ordered me to
Escort you back home. I must now follow through!”
But the pilot then said, “Please tell me your plan.
I've run out of food–I am now a dead man!”
“Now look here young pilot, and be now at ease!
My surface before you is all made of cheese!"
So after the two had finished their long chat,
The pilot ate cheese–and enough to get fat!
And now the young pilot, inside of his craft,
Was full of excitement and headed abaft.
For there, he would store enough cheese for a year
And make sure, for return, that he was all clear.
Arvid remembered one problem existing:
“How will I fly without power assisting?”
The moon just smiled and said, “Now wait and see.
Your trip back to earth will be made easily.”
Here is my plan for you that I’ve had in mind:
I’ll take a deep breath and blow you to mankind!”
Arvid felt doubtful, while asking his question,
“What if your gust blows me the wrong direction?”
The pilot just then remembered his saying.
“My Lord, You are with me!” he said, obeying.
So while in his cockpit, young Arvid believed
In the same good Shepherd whom he once received.
Then what could be heard but the sound of the moon
Puffing a deep breath, looking like a balloon!
And there sat the pilot with cheese in his ship,
And the Lord overhead–Arvid was equipped.
When Arvid’s small craft started drifting away,
The witness declared, “See you again, someday!”
Then Arvid said to the moon in thanksgiving,
“Oh bless you, kind moon! You truly are living!”
Now Arvid sat back as he let his craft wend,
While waving goodbye to the moon–his new friend.
His journey was made through the vast outer space,
Soaring past planets, each one turning in place.
Arvid sung praises while strumming his banjo
For the King of kings, Whom he met long ago.
And when his small vessel had come to a stop,
He plunged down to earth, landing on a treetop.
Back home, the young pilot was greatly admired,
But he stayed rather meek–’tis what he desired.
And when he was old, on a bright night of June,
He stared at the heavens and waved at the moon.