13/30: – HOUSTON, WE HAVE A POEM
Written for the 51st Anniversary of the Apollo 13 Mission
On the radio,
I hear the voice of a man
who was meant to land on the Moon
but never did.
It is the 51st anniversary of the Apollo 13 mission
Commander Jim Lovell speaks
with both his feet on the Earth
He remembers the sound of an explosion
though he didn’t know, nor did the crew,
that an oxygen tank just blew
after igniting in the middle of space
Over 200,000 miles from home.
If there was ever a reason to scream
into the black void of space-time-eternity,
this was surely it.
Everything went wrong at the right time.
Yet what struck me like a shooting star
was not the immediate sense of doom
but instead what
Commander Lovell said
That he had to stay positive
if he wanted to survive
Positivity is what makes a team work
200,000 miles away from home
3 men lost the moon
lost water, lost light
lost all supplies of life
A miracle didn’t save them
became the gravity
and isn’t staying positive
another form of faith?
I didn’t know this before
but I now I do
NASA named the Apollo 13 spacecraft
An epic poem
about one man’s faith
in returning home.