+ 27.225 MHz: Cosmology; A Poem Inspired By The Poetry Of Patriciajj

Vast distances and eras of cosmology---

traced by our observational astronomy---

and made interpretable mathematically---

is God's lesson about proper humility.

and ought to be received in our souls gratefully,

despite our ancient weaknesses toward perfidy.

Far from the center of our swriling galaxy,

this mote we occupy is on its distant rim.

Yet Christ came here to us; and from here, we praise Him.

We are mere star-stuff, but Christ's Grace is no mere whim.

Some have misunderstood and said in blasphemy---

that this Earth is a venue of humiliation;

rather it is the launch platform of exultation,

in God's own time, this great eventuality.


Starward

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You took the unfathomable and

You took the unfathomable and ran with it—no, you blazed across the heavens with it to a place of inner triumph, to a vastness that alludes us on the physical plane, though it can "be received in our souls gratefully" (So inspiring!). 

 

Once through the portal of our inner being, you spin this opulent soul fabric:

 

"Far from the center of our swriling galaxy,

this mote we occupy is on its distant rim.

Yet Christ came here to us; and from here, we praise Him."

 

The elevation of God's grace to its rightful throne, far more magnificent than even the "mere star-stuff" that we are, was deeply moving, and what a thrill that this Earth, in spite of what our fatalistic minds sometimes tell us, is not some farcical outer circle of Hell, no "venue for humiliation . . . " (And here's my favorite line) "rather it is the launch platform of exultation".

 

You left off on a crescendo of transcendence that continues after the last line is read. 

 

I'm honored to have been an inspiration. Thank you for your recognition. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thank you for that great

Thank you for that great comment, and for interpreting the poem in the way that you did.  I don't think I could have written it without having read your poems.


Starward