Of Mere Vastness

Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Thomas Banks, a classical educator and poet.

In lieu of worship, minds seek magnitude.
At times a Hubble Telescope becomes
A monstrance bearing massive sacraments–
The careless meteor that voidward roams.
It does not stop or stay. Our brief amazement
Soon dims.  A comet flees too fast for prayer.
And in what outskirt of the heavens could it
Make flesh of its pure flame to feed us there?