A Poem


To My “Spiritual but not Religious” Friends
(while looking at pictures from the Hubble Space Telescope)

Look at these:
Aren’t they amazing?
These are pictures of deep space,
the far reaches of the universe
and what can be seen in every dark corner
is light.


Towering nebulae,
whirling galaxies,
clusters of stars so dense
they dazzle the eyes.


There is an ancient text that claims:
“God is light.”

Work with me for a minute:
Imagine that it’s true,
that all the brilliant beauty in those images—
is God.
That He, or She, or It, is a luminous, swirling, benevolent
That fills the universe,
and touches every dark corner
with light.


And then imagine that here—
on this tiny blue-green planet—
among humans who have evolved slowly
over millions of years
some humans
have been especially sensitive to that
in love with the light,
listening for its low vibrations,
and that they have tried to put into words
what they have heard and seen,
tasted and touched.


Imagine that other humans—
not so sensitive—
have found meaning in those words,
some sense of connection
to something they cannot name,
so that they have gathered up those words
and written them down
on tablets, scrolls, and in books.


Suppose that’s what the Bible is,
the Quran, the Bhagavad Gita:
books full of words that bear witness
to some greater presence
by those who have heard the low hum
of the heavens, singing,
by those who have seen the light
and called it by name?


It doesn’t mean that they got it all right—
this is testimony, not Truth—
but suppose there is a kind of truth there
for those who can hear it
and Good News (if you want to call it that):
The news that we are not alone:
That there is a luminous, swirling, benevolent
Watching over us,
Nurturing our slow growth
and stuttering evolution
over eons,


Believing in us
Even when we can’t
Believe in ourselves,
And touching every dark corner
with light.

–Jay Green

4 thoughts on “A Poem

  1. Thanks for sharing these stunning pictures. The light from God never ends. I am reminded of that every time I go out at night when it’s dark and clear, and see the multitude of stars. They make me know the glory of God.

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