A Psalm of Thanksgiving Composed After Having Been Abducted By Aliens

Lord, I know

you do not reside

in the high blue sky,

but I want to say

thank you

for letting me feel

so strongly

the pull

of ascending

to the heavens.

I turned my face

to the light

and laughed.

The beam, a joy

I hadn’t known.

Lord, I do not know

whether I am

Alien, but

to be immersed

in the celestial waters,

to float among the burning and expanding and

collapsing stars

is a gift

I carry with me

as my body returns

to the earth

which you formed.

Take me again.

Take me whenever you wish.

Send the saucers

and the spaceships

and lift me up to your cheek

for a kiss.

I will be looking up

and waiting

and laughing.