A Meteor Called Hope
By John C. Sparks, (jcosparks@email.msn.com)

            
	A Meteor Called Hope
	
	Both pride and memories welled again,
	Culminating in misty-eyed exuberance,
	When the Ohioan of my youth,
	A Sixties hero in an age of few offerings,
	Rode America's pillar of fire back
	To the heavens,
	That mystical realm called hope
	Then defined by the space age.
	On this bright October afternoon,
	Seventy-seven briefly returned
	My optimism,
	An optimism and expectancy of fifteen
	As opposed to the sobriety of fifty-one.
	God bless you! And,
	God bless all moments--rare indeed!--
	When mortal flesh can rise
	And, raise the best that stirs
	In countless human souls--
	My ageless champion,
	My shooting star...

November 1998
Free Verse
John Glenn's Return

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