Our reading this Sunday came to us from the poet Billy Collins, titled, “As If To Demonstrate An Eclipse.”
As a child, I was always encouraged to look upward. For hours, I would look. My mother would just look with me. Not much was said in these moments beyond, “Wow” or “What are their names?”
I’d invent names for them when I didn’t know. Against the dark of night, I’d marvel at Arcturus, Vega, Altair, and Antares. Names with stories attached to them.
Names of stars that are hundreds of light years away, stars that could have gone supernova in the middle ages but the light had not yet reached us, stars that could have planets with fellow watchers looking up and marveling at our own star, stars I would never see, could never see, we will never see beyond looking up on a clear summer night.
Those points of pale light piercing through the dark of night to my eyes – just one human amongst billions – would stay with me for years and years and up until this moment, too. The passion would persist. Read the rest of this entry »