Clarify Me, Please, God of the Galaxies

Hmm... an account of a female Roman Catholic poet that should be better known. I personally don't understand this being on the front page of HN, but the diverse interests of HN readers is always surprising and makes this such an educational place. I doubt that Poetry Circle[1] has discussions on whether or not goroutines are a suitable mechanism for writing concurrent programs.

[1] https://poetrycircle.com/forum/

Not sure why, but

  I was the one who waited in the garden
  Doubting the morning and the early light.
  I watched the mist lift off its own soft burden,
  Permitting not believing my own sight.

reminded me (I guess it's kinda iambic pentameter) of this in the 1st act of Hamlet:

  But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
  Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

russet: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russet_(cloth)

mantle: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantle_(clothing)

I love how this is dated May 2018. Are we rounding months now?