The Lens of the Future
I.
From three-power up to nine—
Telescope tunnels through space—
Galileo scanned God’s vast design:
Thirty-power soon found its place.
Then Jupiter’s moons loomed in view.
Heresy! Earth wasn’t right
In the midst of Creation—a new
Insight suffused its strong light.
Could people traverse what lay there?
Hypothetical pioneers far…
Ascending the galaxies’ stair
Ladder-like, star after star.
II.
The moon was the goal to reach,
Johannes Kepler briskly agreed—
Like Columbus toward Salvador’s beach,
Borne at incredible speed.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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