Hear, hear the sound of God’s command resound through
all the universe, all that is shake with the echo of His first
Word creative: “Fiat lux!” that did compel a point scarce
extant before, inflate at His touch and light all the worlds!
Look into the orb of past that girds the flat sphere of universe,
see therein writ the Word of God, in sound of heavenly
bell, a carillon of cherubim that music wrought: music that
told what realms should form, what dust and gas ought be.
And the divine score, that stretches over star rivers, that
serves as parchment for the black of sky, is writ in every
inch of space you claim your own, for what is the near
perfect shimmer of that ancient sun, but the quantum fuzz?
And the perfection of Creation in the smoothness of the
symphony, which no man can hope to match, is flawed by
note wayward that beget our galaxy, so that all may know
even the foolishness of God doth mold a work more beautiful.
The fundamental tone of the quickened universe beats as
mighty heart moving blood so thin, it is nothing but three
protons. And of these humors only third is known as matter,
only tithe of that is known and seen by men, and nothing else.
Yet genius clothes the eye with vision of unseen heavens,
and soul ascends again wondering and blameless, untouched
by pride that comes from false mastery. These Godly fools by
older light ascend to new nations of physics and mathematics.
There, they find others to greet them, for they are not alone
in hearing the sweet music of the spheres in heart. Guided
by faith and love, one in Church, the other in science, both
at last will find the Truth in Light (but mother Church first).