Star Stuff

“The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest of the universe, but the matter out of which each of us is made is intimately tied to the processes that occurred immense intervals of time and enormous distances in space away from us. Our Sun is a second- or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic materials we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, and the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interiors of a red giant star. We are made of star-stuff.”

I am a scion of the Milky Way
Wholly unique to the highest degree.
My soul is as old as light-years away
My provenance stems from cosmic debris.
I need not religion to guide my life
My quintessence antedates mankind’s creeds.
The brief time walking beneath starlit nights
Imbue my soul more than mankind’s prayer beads.
Every thought, all that I am is akin
To these heavenly designers birthplace
The very essence, my soul within
Began eons in interstellar space.
Knowing who I am and where I came from
Is a greater joy than what I’ve become.

Responses

7 comments so far.

1. bystander652 says:

   This is really... ah, cool lol. I counldn't think of a good word! But it really is cool.

2. Albee says:

   Thank you Zia. I am so glad you enjoyed the poem.

3. Zia Westerman says:

   I like it :)

4. Albee says:

   Thank you gentlemen for your kind comments.

5. Thomas Schrier says:

   Very profound.

6. Albee says:

   I don't mind, Julie. I'M just tickled that my message impressed you and the other kind responders. Thanks again for your comment.

7. Julie Hershey says:

   So nice, Albee, and yes, so profound. If you don't mind I would like to share this with some others I know who work at physics labs, and maybe a few friends. I think they will very much appreciate your view.