The Human Game
© 2010
Author: C. E. Chaffin
The sun is going down
It's not a place to go
Unless you pack all our troubles in a rocket ship
And head for the burning glow.

Your spaceship orbits the planet
Until you can escape
The pull of earth's dying gravity
And launch out into space.

The walls grow hotter and hotter
Until your hair bursts in flame
You wonder why you were chosen
To bear earth's blame

The sun is rising up now
The angels do proclaim
“You have ascended to the silver throne
You've won the human game.”

Your glorified spirit
Through unknown realms shall roam
Inhabiting all matter
Because you gave your own

The sun is going down
The world's a better place
Because another human became the Christ
And dwells in a state of grace.

Her glorified spirit
Through untold realms shall roam
Inhabiting all matter
Because she gave her own