Pillars of Creation

A toast to the Hubble, on its 25th birthday.

Out beyond our little bubble of air,
into the pitch, we peered with crystal eye,
and looked for truth—not where it lay, but where
the light was—in one corner of the sky.

And there we found the plumes of heaven’s clouds,
like smoke from embers burning white and red,
out where for light years stretch the ghostly shrouds
that swaddle stars newborn from heaven’s dead.

Yet discontent to see alone, our eye
perceives, makes purpose from the purposeless,
and on the fire of eternity
projects the yearning of Prometheus:

His crumbling hand still reaching—noble, flawed—
out of Eden to touch the face of God.

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This post was originally published at medium.com/on-the-nature-of-certain-things/pillars-of-creation-b2d1ea9fed4e