Wonderful, Stu...thank you for giving such a lyrical voice to our collective feelings!
I used to write a little bit of poetry long ago. Apologies in advance; I could never approach Stu's level, but feel inspired to try something:
Spirit Comes Home
Ruddy beauty in the dusty sunrise
marvelous rocks, a crimson layer cake of distant secrets
waiting eons for a touch.
She comes slowly, painfully now
the Spirit of an alien species
from a sister world
but this aging lady comes in peace, no invader
See her reach, and tenderly place
her solitary arm
against the strata, no longer alone
in the vast ocher wilderness
now eager to tell its tales to a sympathetic stranger
She calls to us across
the gulf of trackless space
speaking for the voiceless witness
of ancient catastrophes
and, if accident will, the drama of emerging life
cut too short?
Listen to her; she is old and wise
treasure the gems of her declining years
and know that, when what must happen does, she lived
for all of us
and will live on in us all