Neil Armstrong trod a border
Past which no man may stir.
Things sublunar are the sum of all
We need, will be, or were.

Each soul is its own candle
Struggling dimly in the dark,
But bound for translunar glory,
As its own eternal spark.

The Here and the Hereafter
Are easily contained
In such a spacious Universe,
Forever unconstrained.

God spreads His starry paradise
In heavenly displays,
Unmarred by Second Comings,
Raptures, or Final Days.

I see your star already.
How brilliantly you shine!
I knew our Love was boundless.
Look! Your star is close to mine.