Spiritual Sunday
I love this Bruce Monroe Robison poem that updates the story of the Wise Men, imagining them acquainted with astrophysics and the Big Bang theory. As he sees it, Jesus’s infant cry also created a new universe, “the first whisper in the still tissue of space.”
Matthew 2: Magi
We have seen his star in the east …
At the far edge of our science we aren’t looking so much at stars
anymore as at the older light that was what the stars
were before they were stars,
looking back over our shoulders, one might say,
at our own footprints, our own cosmic path
across the unimaginably distant past,
tracing subtle electro-magnetic fluctuations,
the first whisper in the still tissue of space,
an infant’s piercing cry,
a sound older even than the light the pulse of energy that was,
then, the whole universe.