A Copernican Revelation

[bairnsidhe]

We are not the center of the great wheel of life.

We are not the hub

Around which the vast system-wheel turns

We are the spokes

Which give it the shape to function

We are not special or unique or God’s Elect

We are not the gem

In the center of the crown jewels of Eternity

We are the links

That underpin them with strength.

We are not alone in the universe in life or sapience.

We do not stand on

Eden’s lonely island, the sole heir

We do not hold our

Solitude as divinity granted by an absent deity

We reach out our hearts

Knowing we will find brothers and sisters

Hoping they will find us

Building bridges and drawing plans

For the day we discover,

Lessening our ponderous inertia

Singing into the stars

By the arcane forms of some deep

Copernican revelation

We are instead the soul aire.