Upon one starry, starry night, upward I gaze breathless—utterly lost to ponder, Misty eyes transfixed heavenward, lonely thoughts, locked on Venus afar out yonder. Mysterious, glorious, cosmos posing mighty questions—how she holds tightly her secrets, oh so dear, All far out things, not within man’s reach—surely, determined by necessity of Divine nature, I fear.
Like children, we stand awed, before all great mysteries into which we’re born, With sense of wonder, all knowing God creates nature’s magic not by chance, lest we scorn. Aura of simple humanity, so humble, we struggle for answers to hold clear, Unity and simplicity we seek, truth revealing reality—answers, we hope so near.
Genius of imagination, coupled with creativity—those human thoughts we seek, Then, comes mere man, named Einstein, of wild halo hair, piercing eyes, dressed in garb so meek. All, mask his brilliance—creativity, and freedom of thought, spawned by rebellious spirit bold, He is the locksmith, unlocking mysteries of atom and universe, describing cosmos yet untold.
Weaving complex threads of science and mathematics, classical Newton physics, now torn asunder, Magnetic fields, gravity, inertia, acceleration, and light beams all exposed, leaving us in wonder. We must rest being credulous—yet, consider such complex notions without despair, After all, ours is this wondrous galaxy—one, we all do share.
For Einstein, trains moving past Bern’s synchronized clock tower, spur his deductive process, Light streaming pockets of energy, quanta of light, and unsettling hypothesis lead to his success. Time cannot be absolutely defined—time is relative, he proposes, No two events can be viewed as simultaneous, he supposes.
Geometry of space and time, warped and curved by nature’s objects—gravity, bending light rays, Mass and energy, linked manifestations—mass being a measure of energy (E=mc2), always. Gravity, warped space and time, dynamic interplay of matter, motion, and energy—exposed at last, All prove difficult physics concepts—concepts, mere mortals may fail to grasp.
Yet, as I ponder Venus, and multitude of heavenly stars beyond—myself, alone, and lost in thought, I trust our universe loves simplification and beauty—all, features God has wrought. Concepts may exist of finite, but unbounded space, ever expanding—light rays bending, But, I take solace—time proves no longer absolute—all time we spend on Earth, unending.