A devout assembly of eyes and minds
bearing intention ground the glass,
engendered the James Webb telescope,
and sent her away a million miles,
then half a million more,
conspired within laboratory walls
to charge and propel her from the earth,
far enough away for the darkness to be
nearly as pure as spectrum light that we
on the ground might see infinity
and not speak of it as infinity,
might let it engineer not faith
but dreams slipped through the fear
that we had long been right. Thus,
the assembly becomes the congregation.
If there is to be a story, be apprised:
None before us conceived of a god
with eternity expanding before their eyes.