THE METEORITE
Among the hills a meteorite
Lies huge; and moss has overgrown,
And wind and rain with touches light
Made soft, the contours of the stone.
Thus easily can Earth digest
A cinder of sidereal fire,
And make her translunary guest
The native of an English shire.
Nor is it strange these wanderers
Find in her lap their fitting place,
For every particle that's hers
Came at the first from outer space.
All that is Earth has once been sky;
Down from the sun of old she came,
Or from some star that travelled by
Too close to his entangling flame.
Hence, if belated drops yet fall
From heaven, on these her plastic power
Still works as once it worked on all
The glad rush of the golden shower.
C. S. Lewis
Dear Mr. Lewis is quite right. He would love the programs we watch on our Science Channel such as how our planet was pounded with water laden meteorites again and again for eons. This water contained microbes that with sunlight evolved. Another meteorite knocked out the monsters that wandered Earth, giving us the ability to grow and develop. Overall, without meteorites, we would not be here at all. Our nice big Baked Potatoes coming in from Outer Space! Our Master of the Universe is brilliant.