Nebula Song

There are places far beyond perception,
Of a simian mind — scholar or bard,
Endless dark cedes to incandescence —
Canvass comely beyond reverie or regard.
Here, time and matter give to gravity,
Ethereal communio congeals auroral shard,
And the sun receives a name.

This waltz, vast in eras and expanses,
Where universe upon universe spiral,
There — voices in fields of fiery presence —
Draw newborn suns with a Seraphic choral,
With the weight of love in mystic grace,
The nascent sphere finds an open orbital.
And the sun receives a place.

Just as the bees and flowers contrive,
To pollinate endless fields of daffodil,
They rise to the call of one fiery sphere.
In another place the same childlike will,
That calls acres to bloom, calls all spaces,
To abound in artistry, to stir, to be still.
And each sun and daffodil laud.

Smile,
Abide,
Awe.