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The vistas of cosmology

While I bumble about the place
I love to ponder aerospace
I love to wonder at the stars
Whilst peering past my prison bars
I've lived too long with shuttered mind
Along with most of humankind
But Science now has gifted me
The vistas of cosmology.

I've stood upon the Martian plains
And strained to see a humble light
A speck, a dot, a tiny mite
The echo of my dragging chains
Our home, our fragile biosphere
So far away, and yet so near.

I've hovered underneath the rings
Where Saturn's shadow gave me pause
As if I heard some gentle strings
That hinted at celestial cause.
There shielded from the solar glare
Entranced into a distant stare
Again I saw our tiny world
Among a billion stars unfurled.

I love that tiny, hard pressed sphere
Where tyrants seek to domineer
Where brutish tends to soon outsmart
The lute strings of a gentle heart.
But Science now has gifted me
The vistas of cosmology.

They say it is my place of birth
And there I must collect my worth
But I say with a shrug and smile
I'll only linger for a while.

For I was born among the stars
Long before the prison bars
My very atoms forged with ease
In massive stellar factories.

My father is the Universe
Astronomy my patient nurse
I have no fear of what's unsure
For I have searched, and felt its cure.

A Cosmic Kindness, hidden well
Enchants me with its ancient spell.
I love to wonder at the stars
Whilst sawing through my prison bars.

Francis Meyrick