SILENCE
In memory C.S. Lewis
(1898-1963)

In the presence
of heaven's silence
in a halo of red stars
when the sun goes down
now everyone on his bed
wants to get out of town
and travel to Mars
at least with a Hubble
there is a telescope
to guide and not trouble
you with flying hope
in case of a heathen war
people need something
or someone to live for
in trying to cope
with headlines we already saw,
we will choose signs and wonder
in the open blue skies
offering a divine kiss
from the Prince of peace
in a law we will not miss
for we are under grace
whose kingdom will increase
even in the space race
as a mighty God, priestly king,
everlasting wise counselor
from our poet lore's lover
bearing the high gifts of Zion
from a day and night castle
in mansions of stone
no longer willing
to be man's slaves or vassals
or jeopardize our dry bones
nor to hide as a sc-fi novelist
and believer's visionary apologist
under night's wise cover
of C.S. Lewis,
here blessings will ring out
for a thousand years
from a bell tower
of wonder in a universe
from holy things of paradise.