I can accept, because I'm told it's true
And observation prompts me to agree,
That what I'm standing on so trustingly -
This solid earth, this globe on which I grew
Whose complex, multi-featured face I view
As home - is circling, spinning endlessly
Around the sun.. What's more, it logically
Can be perceived that other planets do
The same. But telescopes can't show who wrote
The music for this stately, stellar dance;
Nor find the wisdom that controls each note
And scored the moonlight that it might enhance
The darkened earth. What steers each cosmic boat
Through boundless space? The hand of God - or chance?
Does god play dice? Where is the higgs boson? Is (2^1000!) +1 a prime number? Does god have a dad? A thought provoking poem.10/10. If you could answer any of these questions I would be greatful. Thankyou.
A lovely statement of the overlap between science's 'how' & theology's 'why'. Thank you.
'Stately, stellar dance': stellar imagery in a stellar sonnet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another good sonnet, mary. and even as one who knows God is, i wonder about what's chance and what's not. good move, i think, that you end with a question instead of an assertion. -glen