I want a king I want a queen,
To make and keep fair rules.
With work and food aplenty peace abounds,
The children placed in schools.
My king and queen whom vowed to wed
In faith are faithful true.
It was not long she bore her king a clan
Of girls and boys in blue.
The king’s new spaceship in the lead,
Three thousand transport craft
To follow and firing Merlin rockets,
McGregor build: SpaceX pad.
The devil still sows evil hearts
And blinds men of this world.
But be assured our Queen of Heaven knows,
Her blue mantle unfurled.
The “Woodlawn One” - the craft I fly,
Is clergy full; faith filled,
Space walking nuns and monks; lay ministers;
A Mister Rogers’ guild.
A dark, chaotic cosmos calls,
Wherever we may land.
But God’s long, strong arm is none the shorter,
His King has got our hand.
- Gary Edward Geraci