Above our Earth so high <br />The Hubble telescope now hangs <br />Beyond our vault-like sky: <br />An all embracing eye; <br />Now showing us the universe <br />In all her glory. <br />Those swirling galaxies give way to seemingly endless <br />Tracts of quasars, dust and gas. <br />Through Hubble we look back through time, <br />At remnants of the Big Bang: <br />The Birth, they tell us, of Creation, <br />That might be repeated, <br />Over and over again. <br /> <br />Yet, before this satellite was launched, <br />Or telescopes invented, <br />Just what did humans know? <br />What did the Aztecs know of England, <br />Or fourteenth century English folk know of America? <br />As technological advances have <br />Been swift, so our state of ignorance <br />Has been revealed for all to see. <br />For no-one knows The Purpose of Life. <br /> <br /> Why? <br /> Oh Why! <br />Do We Live <br /> To Die <br /> Why? <br /> <br />For we will Die <br />Not Knowing Why. <br /> <br />Ask Christ they say, <br />He’ll show The Way. <br />Ask God and He will too. <br />Ask Allah, Buddha, <br />Anyone you like; <br />And Me, I’ll tell you just to Hope, <br />For Love will see us through.<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hubble/
