The Vistas of Cosmology

Posted on October 25, 2016





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





Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 26, 2016, 9:00 am


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