Fiat lux
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).
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