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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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The Vistas of Cosmology

The vistas of cosmology

While I bumble about the place
I love to ponder aerospace
I love to wonder at the stars
Whilst peering past my prison bars
I've lived too long with shuttered mind
Along with most of humankind
But Science now has gifted me
The vistas of cosmology.

I've stood upon the Martian plains
And strained to see a humble light
A speck, a dot, a tiny mite
The echo of my dragging chains
Our home, our fragile biosphere
So far away, and yet so near.

I've hovered underneath the rings
Where Saturn's shadow gave me pause
As if I heard some gentle strings
That hinted at celestial cause.
There shielded from the solar glare
Entranced into a distant stare
Again I saw our tiny world
Among a billion stars unfurled.

I love that tiny, hard pressed sphere
Where tyrants seek to domineer
Where brutish tends to soon outsmart
The lute strings of a gentle heart.
But Science now has gifted me
The vistas of cosmology.

They say it is my place of birth
And there I must collect my worth
But I say with a shrug and smile
I'll only linger for a while.

For I was born among the stars
Long before the prison bars
My very atoms forged with ease
In massive stellar factories.

My father is the Universe
Astronomy my patient nurse
I have no fear of what's unsure
For I have searched, and felt its cure.

A Cosmic Kindness, hidden well
Enchants me with its ancient spell.
I love to wonder at the stars
Whilst sawing through my prison bars.

Francis Meyrick

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 26, 2016, 9:00 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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