Creation
I wrote this poem after watching a Horizon programme on the creation of the universe. I stole various wonderful phrases that seemed to capture the essence of the wonder.
For me the universe is a mystery and one that slowly we are unravelling. Science is the greatest provider of wonder to me. Perhaps we will never know all the secrets of the universe and life. The further we extend our knowledge the stranger it all becomes. I’m fine with that. The wonder and awe are in the perpetual discovery. It wouldn’t do to understand it all. Where’s the fun in that?
Creation
The first star was born;
The first light;
The story of us.
In the beginning,
A bright beginning,
The Big Bang
And dust.
New,
White hot
And searing light,
With hydrogen gust.
Then cooling,
A vast blackness,
A fog
Of hydrogen gas.
Welcome,
Welcome to the Dark Ages;
The long night
Of then –
But no us.
Then the first pinprick of light
And a dim cosmic dawn
As the first of zillions of stars was born.
The light of creation;
A fusion of elemental force
In the dark,
Forging metals
And hurling them back out
To leave their mark.
The supernova of nuclear storm
Creating planets
For a brand new morn.
All the gold silver and iron
Created in stars
Through fiery aeons.
Gravities pull
On that diffuse pool
With uneven spread
Fusing quarks
Into carbon and lead.
Giving forth sustaining light
With suns a hundred times bigger
Than our sun
With its heavy metal trigger.
As violet blue,
The elements they spew,
Cutting through the fog
With a cosmic knife.
Providing the building blocks
For life.
Now on this rock
Conceived in the maw of a star
We have eyes
That can peer near and far
And minds
To fathom the nature
Of a quark
And the wonder
Of that first
Bright spark
That lit up a tiny corner
Of perpetual dark.
Opher 20.9.15