Galileo, his telescope the new
extended eye mapping orbits of stars,
must have whispered to himself, “Dear sir, you
now, both scientist and poet, rise far
too close to heaven. What do you think popes
will say to this sacrilege? Rewrite Church
law for your sake? This curved glass is a rope
they’ll use to noose your neck. But let my search
kill both me and their terrifying faith,
strangle their shouts with truth of heaven’s face.
Let this universe, as one, form the lathe
which tools all fear into a sacred space
where we speak from hearts: the holiest light.”
Our eyes traject our deepest love tonight.
Roger Armbrust
February 12, 2000
