("Blowin’
in the Wind" is a periodic feature on my blog consisting of an
assortment of nature writings – hymns, songs, excerpts, prayers, Bible
readings, poems or other things – pieces I have not written but that inspire me
or give me joy. I trust they’ll do the same for you.)
Gail and I will be heading
soon to the hinterland of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where a highlight we
always enjoy while there are its night skies. Occasionally we are treated to
some fantastic views of the aurora
borealis, the northern lights. But each and every single night that is
clear we’re given fantastic views of the cosmos, and I often find myself
sitting long with a star map and a pair of binoculars on the end of the dock.
Star clusters, nebulae and distant galaxies are not difficult to spot with
binocs if one knows where to look, but they’re not my favorite sight. Besides,
these are usually ‘pinpointed’ objects, where one does not get a sense of the
sky’s awesome vastness, or its almost dizzying three-dimensionality. My
favorite sky view? Taking a long look at the Milky Way. It almost always takes
my breath away, giving me a feeling of space-flight while I’m at it.
The Milky Way is best seen
without binoculars to get this sensation, though a look through field glasses
or a telescope always presents an absolutely stunning array of stars not
visible even to the best naked eye. After evening twilight in the U.P. in
mid-August, the Milky Way runs diagonally in a fairly straight line from the
northeast down to the southwest, picking up great constellations along the way
like Cassiopeia, Cygnus, Lyra, Aquila, Sagittarius and Scorpio, all rotating
clockwise as the night progresses. And the ‘line?’ That is because we are
actually looking out ‘sideways’ through our spiral galaxy’s flattened disk, and
the concentration of stars presents itself to us as a wispy, cloudy line. One
is usually unable to see it from even small cities, with its artificial light
typically fading away both the sky’s blackness and the Milky Way’s lightness at
the same time.
One can easily get caught up
in the complexity and enormity of this galaxy we call home. Over 100 billion
beautiful suns and at least as many planets. 100,000 light years across. And up
until a mere century ago last year it was thought to be much smaller and, at
that, alone in the universe. But then a man named Harlow Shapley worked out its
rough vast dimensions, including the placement of our solar system within it,
and informed a near disbelieving world. On and on it has gone since, as we have
found our galaxy one among many, its address among what is called a ‘local
group’ of galaxies within a larger supercluster, which is then itself within an
even larger galactic supercluster. And some are even postulating our universe
itself may belong to a ‘multiverse’ consisting of numerous universes.
A person need not be overwhelmed
by this, though, since, once we are up to considering a galaxy 100,000 light
years across, bigness just gets bigger. And God just gets to still be God.
I recently ran across a poem
written about Shapley’s discovery and wanted to share it with you. I know
nothing about its author, but would be glad to meet her some day and talk about
it. Here it is.
The Dimensions of the Milky Way
by Marilyn Nelson
Discovered by Harlow Shapley, 1918
by Marilyn Nelson
Discovered by Harlow Shapley, 1918
Behind the men’s dorm
at dusk on a late May evening,
Carver lowers the paper
and watches the light change.
at dusk on a late May evening,
Carver lowers the paper
and watches the light change.
He tries to see earth
across a distance
of twenty-five thousand light-years,
from the center of the Milky Way:
a grain of pollen, a spore
of galactic dust.
across a distance
of twenty-five thousand light-years,
from the center of the Milky Way:
a grain of pollen, a spore
of galactic dust.
He looks around:
that shagbark, those swallows,
the fireflies, that blasted mosquito:
this beautiful world.
A hundred billion stars
in a roughly spherical flattened disc
with a radius of one hundred thousand light-years.
that shagbark, those swallows,
the fireflies, that blasted mosquito:
this beautiful world.
A hundred billion stars
in a roughly spherical flattened disc
with a radius of one hundred thousand light-years.
Imagine that.
He catches a falling star.
Well, Lord, this infinitesimal speck
could fill the universe with praise.
could fill the universe with praise.
Indeed. I could not agree
more.
The sky is fascinating. It
captivated the ancients as they tried to figure out how this whole thing works,
and it even mesmerized the Bible writers with awe and appreciation for its (and
their) Creator. And it captivates and mesmerizes me, and I hope you.
When
I consider your heavens and the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars
that you have set in place… O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all
the earth! (Psalm 8: 3, 9)
~~ RGM,
July 30, 2019