I make him sick,

But he has cured me of almost everything.

He is like a biblical hero who took up his sling

And hurled me beyond

Anywhere that I could've gotten myself to.

I am the stone the builders rejected,

But he picked me up

Like a good rock,

And he skips me across the sky.

Somehow he has sent me all the way

Back out through the atmosphere

To the heavens where I came from,

Breaking the earth's gravity for me,

Burning off everything

That was holding me back,

Then freezing me solid in the pure chill of the outer void.

And now I'm going, going, gone,

Happy and dazzling as the evening star,

Hurtling through space like the good rock that I am.

-jenn