The poetry of the morning sky is undeniable this week of April 25 to 30, 2022, as the Moon descends through the dawn in the spectacular company of Saturn, Mars, Venus and Jupiter.
The first poetic image is of time or memory, borne toward us by the golden light of Saturn, Father Time in the ancient world, and near where the Moon is on Monday. On Tuesday the Moon encounters the beloveds, Mars and Venus. Then on Wednesday, the Moon slips past Jupiter, king of the planets, seated on his throne not too far above the eastern horizon. Memory, love, the king ~ written across the morning sky.
For me, it calls to mind Shakespeare’s sonnet #29, which, in my experience, is not about temporal love, but about the regenerative, spiritual love that the divine bears toward the human being, especially when it seems all hope is lost. He wrote:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Augmenting this morning scene from the opposite end of the day, the planet Mercury, sacred messenger of the gods, makes its best apparition of the year in the West, visible up to an hour after sunset near the star cluster of the Pleiades. As escort of souls, Mercury bears the dreams inspired by the morning sky into the night, restoring hope despite whatever challenges we might face.
“Such is the writing of the stars, our own deeds inscribed into the cosmic spaces.” ~Rudolf Steiner
Image from Sky&Telescope at this link.