Space Traveler

  by Alisa

This is a poem I wrote in my first trimester, and in preparing for the birth of my son, I enjoyed returning to these expressions of my magnificat. After many years of marriage, including many where I seriously questioned whether or not I wanted or would have children, I found myself waking early each morning in excitement of the new life growing inside of me. I know that birth is incredibly common, yet to me it seems incredibly miraculous at the same time.

Where does this new consciousness come from? If we believe literally in Kolob, how fast would a spirit have to travel to arrive on time? How interesting the process of growth, of cell division, of expansion. How amazing it is to be the observer of new life, up close. To feel like a part of the Creator in the process.

The Traveler

Nearing the end of my third decade
a new legacy, new magnum opus found me
So I decided on space travel

I’m building a capsule
complete with lifeline
Organic material, grounded and earthy
ignites this odyssey

It was at first a microscopic endeavor
a saline primordial sea — the same soup
that broke in life upon this planet

My mission is not to discover life but to invite it
Nothing less than a miracle, a lightning strike
an other, an infinite number of experiences and thoughts
an eternity of potential that I cannot own, nor will I try

And safely, under my skin, beneath this marked veil
my comfort capsule expands in space
from minuscule detection,
grows so large it will not be ignored

And faster than the speed of light,
as swift as thought, arriving from how far off
the space-traveler comes to this vessel full and dark,
with a flowing supply of oxygen
My song-sound is heard within its soft, stretching walls

The messenger, not so much of divinity elsewhere but inside,
fostering the ontology of all I am
without confinement or constraint:
I am Infinite. I am the Universe.

Inside cells divide, each knowing its work
Within the membrane organelles dance with DNA and RNA
the ribosomal protein play
extending in atoms, electrons, quarks
Photons dance like stars in the spinning sea of space


Alisa is a professional adult educator and corporate manager who enjoys spending time with her husband and son.

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7 Responses

  1. MJK says:

    “I know that birth is incredibly common, yet to me it seems incredibly miraculous at the same time.”

    I think it’s that way for everyone. It was for me. It’s so personal and magical for each of us because it’s the first time for US and the first real understanding of what we only understood intellectually before.

  2. EmilyCC says:

    I just love the juxtaposition of space travel with the process of growing new life. Thanks for sharing this, Alisa!

  3. Deborah says:

    You had me at “my magnificat.” 🙂

  4. Kelly Ann says:

    This is beautiful. I of course love the science body imagery and I am so glad that you are so happy and ready to be a mother.

    And I really like the line

    I am Infinite. I am the Universe.

    However, I don’t literally believe in Kolob, never have.

  5. G says:

    love love love!!
    it’s beautiful the imagery… and also just so tweekin funny!! allusions to alien abduction, virginal conception, the deep mystery of innerspace and internal organs… all so very up my alley. Thank You!!

  6. D'Arcy says:

    Agreed with Deborah. I remember a paper I wrote at BYU comparing the Magnificat and the Benedictus. They are beautiful verses of praise. I love that you’ve created your own verse of praise for this new little one coming into your life!

    I simply love you and love your journey.

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