His blazing touch precisely shaped our Sun,
Two thousand times less massive than the size
Of supergiants, and around it spun
Nine clouds of star-dust, soon to crystalize.
This mass-bound oscillating ball of might,
In fission’s burst and fusion’s super blast,
Reacts, renews in cycles, thrusting light
Till stores of hydrogen burn up at last.
Our system’s central sphere of gravity—
Its orphans tightly held in orbit’s whim—
Depicts bright Source of human destiny,
A metaphor that we must cling to Him.
Consuming Fire had us in mind the day
He molded Earth from magma’s hot display.