The center of the sky once was earth,
the movements of planets and stars
erratic, calculations difficult and complex.
The sun took over and flights clicked
more easily into discernible patterns.
And when the center of the sky
became a distant, conjectured,
long-ago point of origin, the earth,
stars and planets began to interact
in simple, calculable and precise ways,
parts of an infinite, well-oiled machine.
As long as that blue, stone cold
orb of the heart is taken to be
the center of the universe,
every outward movement,
every body spinning beyond
will be judged as erratic and arbitrary,
inexplicable and incalculable.
O child of God, the truth makes things
o-so-much-more effortless and clear.