Cosmos: Our Personal Journey

In 1980 I watched a program on PBS called Cosmos: A Personal Voyage.  The personal voyage was that of Carl Sagan.  

 Cosmos

I became a fan of Dr. Sagan and began to read his books.  I don’t agree with everything that he said or wrote, but this film series and his books have enriched my life over the years.  The complete series can be bought from Amazon or can be watched free at hulu.com. 

 
“The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a great height. We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries. The size and the age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home the earth…”
   
 If we could capture the vision of what Carl Sagan was saying, then the planet could rise from the landfill of wars and needs.  If nations would place the needs of their people first before political ambitions, then perhaps we all could grasp that we are of the Cosmos where national differences and ideologies do not matter in view of what lies out there. 

Out there. For what is out there is part of us. 

According to Jewish myth, God made Adam and Eve from the dust under His cosmic throne.  Star dust—if we are the dust of cosmic creation, then we all on this planet are interconnected, sisters and brothers of the Cosmos. 

Perhaps this is what Saint Francis of Assisi was attempting to convey with his prayer of Brother Sun and Sister Moon:

Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord,
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings.
To you alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name.
Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all weather’s moods,
by which You cherish all that You have made.
Praised be You my Lord through Sister Water,
So useful, humble, precious and pure.
Praised be You my Lord through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.


 

Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
Mother Earth
who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon
for love of You and bear sickness and trial.
Blessed are those who endure in peace,
By You Most High, they will be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord through Sister Death,
from whom no-one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.
No second death can do them harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility. 

 

 
 

 

For Saint Francis when he viewed the end from the beginning, he saw that all was part of his God’s plan for the children of earth.  The Sun and Moon were our brother and sister as well as Mother Earth. 

We are connected to the Cosmos and connected to every man, woman and child as our brothers and sisters on a journey among the stars.  We faintly remember those morning stars whose songs were imprinted in our chromosomes at the birth of our universe so long ago.  On this planetary home the earth, if we allow the song to sing from those distant memories of emergence, then we will recognize that as one we stand on the shores of eternity. 

The dark shadows of our nature will fade into the night of ignorance and fear.  For the dark shadows cannot survive the Light of the Cosmos as we grasp it once again and sing its creation song.

G. D. Williams       © 2010

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