Five billion years —

we must find a new home.

Five billion years  —

the earth falls into the sun’s embrace

and will not let her go.

Our species needs five billion years

to burn the dross from our souls,

shame, the wick of the burning candle.

Holy Father-Mother-Creator-God of the galaxies

beyond our own, owner of the infinite

colors of infinitude, let us learn our lessons now

so when this moment comes,

we have already learned to fly.