Hubble, Poetry, Creation and Christ

CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE

by: Alice Meynell (1847-1922)

• ITH this ambiguous earth

  His dealings have been told us. These abide:

  The signal to a maid, the human birth,

  The lesson, and the young Man crucified.

   

  But not a star of all

  The innumerable host of stars has heard

  How He administered this terrestrial ball.

  Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.

   

  Of His earth-visiting feet

  None knows the secret, cherished, perilous,

  The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,

  Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.

   

  

  No planet knows that this

  Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave,

  Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,

  Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave.

   

  Nor, in our little day,

  May His devices with the heavens be guessed,

  His pilgrimage to thread the Milky Way

  Or His bestowals there be manifest.

   

   
  

  

  But in the eternities,

  Doubtless we shall compare together, hear

  A million alien Gospels, in what guise

  He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.

   

  O, be prepared, my soul!

  To read the inconceivable, to scan

  The myriad forms of God those stars unroll

  When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.