Of Telescope and Light
by the Rev. Dr. Ernest F. Andrews

 

DETECT THE LIGHT  From out the darker essence of the night
DIRECT THE LIGHT  Down gaping aperture's surrounding tube
COLLECT THE LIGHT  On mirror surface marshal all that falls
REFLECT THE LIGHT  And focus dancing photons to a point
PROJECT THE LIGHT  Eyepiece enlarging to my waiting eye
WHERE CRYSTAL CORNEA  And lens of flesh in turn transmit
INVERTED ALL RECEIVED  Upon my retina's ruddy screen
WHERE ENDS THE COSMIC JOURNEY  Light began eons ago
FROM A DISTANT GALAXY  Pale nebula or blazing star
OR YEARS PERCHANCE  According to the scale of things
OR HOURS OR LESS  If fresh-reflected from a solar world
OR NEIGHBOR MOON  A second and a fraction time elapsed
THE INGREDIENTS OF AN IMAGE  Which by optic nerve
PROCEED AT ONCE  To nature's highest form and here the brain
PRODUCES FROM THE LIGHT PERCEIVED  An image magnified

SOME SAY A TELESCOPE  Transports the heavens down to earth
AS SKY IS DRAWN  Within the realm of sensory sway
WITH WONDERS EYES UNAIDED  Barely see or not at all

I SAY THE OPPOSITE  Is true as well for in my mind
THE INSTRUMENT BECOMES  A ready vessel light-propelled
A STARSHIP BEARING ME  Beyond the earth receding fast
FAR OUTWARD INTO SPACE  Where I enjoy a clearer view
WHILE LESSER DISTANCES REMOVED  I hover steadily
A PRIVILEGED WITNESS  To the splendored scene and glory there

DISCERN AND STATE  Its function as we may this telescope
PROUD PRODUCT  Of a master craftsman's mind and skillful hand
IS OURS TO NAME  And dedicate today and this we do
IN GRATITUDE FOR WHAT IS GIVEN  And in honor of the man

THEREFORE WE NOW PRONOUNCE UPON IT  Be dedicated now
THE MICHAEL S. SPACEK OBSERVATORY TELESCOPE
AND HENCEFORTH BE  To us a faithful instrument of light
OUR MAKER'S FIRST CREATION  First to flee from nothingness
AND MEANT TO FREE  All subsequently blessed with sight
FROM VOIDNESS  And eternal light to vistas of the day
YET FREE TO CHOOSE  A star-filled night as we prefer to do
CONTENT OBSERVERS  Of the light we seek when sun is gone

by the Reverend Doctor Ernest F. Andrews
1916 - 1995

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