I’m looking for my Carl,
someone aiming for the stars.
No matter how high, the sky’s the limit,
I’ve counted the years, days and hours, down to the minute.
I used to believe in the man on the moon, and the face on Mars,
it was science that came to the conclusion,
they were only an illusion.
I longed to find a way to him,
I never gave up hope, even when it seemed dim.
I’ve been patient, I’ve had to forestall,
but there was always the cosmos to enthrall.
I know he’s out there, among the multitude.
When I gaze above looking with wonder,
it’s with humility and and gratitude,
at the vastness and sheer number;
a backdrop on the grandest scale.
I know that somewhere, he is looking upward to,
and that providence will prevail.
Until that day, I feel the cosmos call,
I am part of it and don’t feel so small.
There will be hurdles to overcome,
I will face them one by one.
Knowing that each step brings him nearer.
his presence will become clearer.
Somewhere in the stars, we were singled out,
we will know with a look, that this journey we undertook,
on this spinning blue ball;
the cosmos was the reason for it all.
Then you will point out to me the constellations,
we will engage in deep conversations.
I many not fully comprehend how it came to be,
such complexity, such beauty, such an unknown mystery.
But how grand it would be to befall,
and I have the cosmos to thank for it all.
© 2015 Kathleen Stefani and Combing The Catacombs.