Poetry by Arthur Ginsberg
The pillars of creation fill my sight,
in ways I cannot fathom make me pray
and revel in the origin of light.
Though Galileo knew the stars were bright,
he could not know red dwarfs, light years away.
The pillars of creation fill my sight.
The James Webb telescope has taken flight
with golden panels opened wide today
to gather in the origin of light.
Men who’ve slipped earth’s bonds can ignite
the rapture mortals see in cosmic clay.
The pillars of creation fill my sight.
We peer now into space beyond the height
where angels fly and clarion trumpets play
and revel in the origin of light.
Beloveds who passed through tunnels, brilliant white,
came from the stuff of stars at which we gaze.
The pillars of creation fill my sight,
I revel in the origin of light.
*molten rock and dust in the shape
of pillars seen through the Webb
telescope, glowing in deep space
Arthur Ginsberg is a poet based in Seattle. Past work appears in the anthologies, Blood and Bone, and Primary Care. He received the William Stafford prize in 2003. He holds an MFA degree from Pacific University in Oregon. His most recent book, Holy the Body was published by Kelsay Books.
